WEEK 7: Universe vs Clutbuck LARS WINS

Clutbuck · 05-05-2020, 03:22 PM

“Mama-Mia!” Mario moans. The arthritic ache as he stands
a bigger pain in the ass than Bowser was in days of his past.
Hair grey as the castle walls, only now it’s weeds he attends
each year is a level up, but at 8-4 he’s nearing his end.
The plumbers peach of a pension plan replaced his consort
once he gave up on always trying to chase a lost cause.
He never gained his top score, didn’t have the heart to ask,
and unrequited love’s as hard to handle as Piranha Plants.
So garden landscaping’s become his only option for now
watching their stout aspirations grow, then chopping them down.
There’s solace somehow in the serrated-edge of his scissors
a sense of fulfilment in decapitating the heads of his victims.
Each petal depicted the delicate visage he harboured so long
and yet its stems were as twisted and barbed as her tongue.
The gardening goomba attacks the bloom as it blossoms
pruning it often but never tackling the root of his problem.
It’s perfumery pollinates the wanton wind as it blows
tickling his nose like shaven-moustache whiskers of old.
The scissors he slowly squeezes signal his sanity
slipping from the fingers as gradually as his grip on reality.
Stygian shadows reach out tenebrous tendrils that hope
to envelop him whole and permeate the depths of his soul.
The ever-encroaching evil places death within his sights
with our hero remembering that time was never on his side.
The enemy invites him to a land far, far away for adventure
and gamely he enters the Final Stage of... dementia.

Universe · 05-08-2020, 04:43 AM

Intermission

Inter - place (a corpse) in a grave or tomb, typically with funeral rites.

Mission - an important assignment carried out for political, religious, or commercial purposes, typically involving travel.

......

There once was a disease ridden worm... Is there even a term that could flatter?
Sorry I had to desert my chapters to handle this personal matter
He's clearly holding on to his dreams, it's not easy being this kid
With therapy most people get over their demons, but he never did
Grew up to be a little prick, in the end he would be drenched in blood
The reason he looked up to me was the reason he could never step above
He confessed his love; I said "It takes heart to fix your blunders son"
"You already got two in the bucket... Sure you want to snip another one?"
He muttered something intelligible, then finally he brazenly spoke
"I LOVE the heart that you've shown, may I cut it off and make it my own?"
I said "Sure bud take it right home... You'll get better with practise"
(I didn't have the heart to inform him that his scissors were plastic)
That'd trigger a snap in his brain, sounds eventually denigrate
But you need to exorcise those demons mate, now let me demonstrate
Hell, even Satan had an opportunity to knock on Heaven's gate
Scissors aimed, he stabbed me in the back then promptly stepped away
I exclaimed "Are you insane!? I guard secrets to avoid all this hell!"
"The secret garden well is where I poignantly dwell!" (That's when he soiled himself)
It seemed slightly disjointed as well, but I chuckled at his repeated cries
He screamed at me, "if I turn a blind eye you'll try to eat me alive!"
"Nah, I want you to SEE your demise"; He shouted vile thoughts and spouted lies
So I let him bust out his tiny scissors and cut me down to size… (Why?)
Sacrificing yourself for your art leaves a little note in its wake
When he tore out the root of the problem there was an envelope in its place
Should've seen the look on his face... It was everything I never got to vent
The letterhead was written in red pen, it said 'Letter to a Friend'...

He ripped it open and read...

http://www.netcees.org/showthread.php?t=143124

Sorry if I went over the line (limit)... He can count bars until the end
But I pulled it off in a different thread, looks like I outsmarted him again
I warned him that everything's connected; Now watch him let out a pathetic cry
I'll laugh and just reply, "Don't sweat it big guy, you'll get 'em next time..."

*wink and the gun*

Buh bye.

05-05-2020, 03:22 PM	#1
Clutbuck Battle Rap's Married Man Join Date: May 2015 Location: Crumpetville, England Posts: 389 Battle Record: 2-0 Champed - Gorilla Writing league Rep Power: 3513501	“Mama-Mia!” Mario moans. The arthritic ache as he stands a bigger pain in the ass than Bowser was in days of his past. Hair grey as the castle walls, only now it’s weeds he attends each year is a level up, but at 8-4 he’s nearing his end. The plumbers peach of a pension plan replaced his consort once he gave up on always trying to chase a lost cause. He never gained his top score, didn’t have the heart to ask, and unrequited love’s as hard to handle as Piranha Plants. So garden landscaping’s become his only option for now watching their stout aspirations grow, then chopping them down. There’s solace somehow in the serrated-edge of his scissors a sense of fulfilment in decapitating the heads of his victims. Each petal depicted the delicate visage he harboured so long and yet its stems were as twisted and barbed as her tongue. The gardening goomba attacks the bloom as it blossoms pruning it often but never tackling the root of his problem. It’s perfumery pollinates the wanton wind as it blows tickling his nose like shaven-moustache whiskers of old. The scissors he slowly squeezes signal his sanity slipping from the fingers as gradually as his grip on reality. Stygian shadows reach out tenebrous tendrils that hope to envelop him whole and permeate the depths of his soul. The ever-encroaching evil places death within his sights with our hero remembering that time was never on his side. The enemy invites him to a land far, far away for adventure and gamely he enters the Final Stage of... dementia. Last edited by Clutbuck; 05-08-2020 at 12:39 PM.

05-08-2020, 04:43 AM	#2
Universe Everything's Connected Join Date: Nov 2017 Location: Niagara Falls, Canada Posts: 1,001 Battle Record: 19-8 Champed - Guerrilla Writing League(2x) - GWL Picture challenge(2x) - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 10178706	Intermission Inter - place (a corpse) in a grave or tomb, typically with funeral rites. Mission - an important assignment carried out for political, religious, or commercial purposes, typically involving travel. ...... There once was a disease ridden worm... Is there even a term that could flatter? Sorry I had to desert my chapters to handle this personal matter He's clearly holding on to his dreams, it's not easy being this kid With therapy most people get over their demons, but he never did Grew up to be a little prick, in the end he would be drenched in blood The reason he looked up to me was the reason he could never step above He confessed his love; I said "It takes heart to fix your blunders son" "You already got two in the bucket... Sure you want to snip another one?" He muttered something intelligible, then finally he brazenly spoke "I LOVE the heart that you've shown, may I cut it off and make it my own?" I said "Sure bud take it right home... You'll get better with practise" (I didn't have the heart to inform him that his scissors were plastic) That'd trigger a snap in his brain, sounds eventually denigrate But you need to exorcise those demons mate, now let me demonstrate Hell, even Satan had an opportunity to knock on Heaven's gate Scissors aimed, he stabbed me in the back then promptly stepped away I exclaimed "Are you insane!? I guard secrets to avoid all this hell!" "The secret garden well is where I poignantly dwell!" (That's when he soiled himself) It seemed slightly disjointed as well, but I chuckled at his repeated cries He screamed at me, "if I turn a blind eye you'll try to eat me alive!" "Nah, I want you to SEE your demise"; He shouted vile thoughts and spouted lies So I let him bust out his tiny scissors and cut me down to size… (Why?) Sacrificing yourself for your art leaves a little note in its wake When he tore out the root of the problem there was an envelope in its place Should've seen the look on his face... It was everything I never got to vent The letterhead was written in red pen, it said 'Letter to a Friend'... He ripped it open and read... http://www.netcees.org/showthread.php?t=143124 Sorry if I went over the line (limit)... He can count bars until the end But I pulled it off in a different thread, looks like I outsmarted him again I warned him that everything's connected; Now watch him let out a pathetic cry I'll laugh and just reply, "Don't sweat it big guy, you'll get 'em next time..." wink and the gun Buh bye. __________________ ..Passed the Present and Future..