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"Short Poem Competition Revival"

I don't need to introduce this. It;s the Short Poem Competition. I give you a word, you create literary verse about it and then, magically, a winner is produced. The winning date shall not be announced. Ever.

The words you have to base your brilliance around are below

'(Park) Bench'

Get styling, you hip young cats.

WINNER

Ashman wrote:
> Playing for the jersey
>
> The yellow slides over skin,
> New day, new match, new chances.
> Strolling upon a fresh green pitch,
> Supporters aim their glances.
>
> The jersey owns me, I play for it,
> I love the Crew, I’m Columbus bred.
> It runs deep inside me, yellow blood,
> Without this passion I would be dead.
>
> Give me the ball; a sphere of chance.
> Give me a yard.
> Half a yard.
> Give me anything.
> I want to give the Crew what they deserve.
>
> ”I play for the jersey. I love Columbus.”
>
> And the shirt comes off.
> The gloves removed.
> Buddle twelve.
> CROO APPROVED.
>
> bench

Ticket

[I]Take the ticket
and nothing will remain.

The Package

Damn! It slipped away,
While wandering those corridors,
The darkened rooms and junk.

All that was left from that dash
through the rain.
Just a box. It was so young.
IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT

Up to whoever I offended.

Music

So subjective
Yet so, so, so good.
It's almost drug like with its addictiveness
And white powder form.

I live in an abbreviated world

Hey m8
u got the time?

I laugh.

OMG the EU have gone OTT and enforced a CBC
Won't the USA
Give pay to the UAE?

I cry.

STFU AA! Fix my car because
I've learnt my ABC and can
CUP at your AGMs hosted by AI.


I would go to AOB if
I stopped playing AOE my RTS
Because I need money
Because my APR doesn't cover my VAT

That's it I can't stand it!

I'm going AWOL.

Surrealguy wrote:

> I apologise to anyone who's quotes I have overused, but I just got
> whatever caught my attention. I alos am sorry for whatever offence
> may have been caused to any of you who think you are the next Sir
> Walter.

Smith or Raleigh?

Twenty Divided by Seventeen

FOUR.

artic hobo's ballad

[I]get a job
you dirty benefit skank

I pwn you,
which is sold
you got pwned
by me

I sold you
you got sold
sold you were
by me

To pwn is not sell
Sold is not pwned
God help the firemen.

Procrastin...

[I]2 hours
I set aside my night
a month
we'd been given ample time
650 words
all the work I've done

distraction...
what a bas...