~In a panic the pile of papers spill, shuffling away from where it had been seated as an attempted evasive maneuver from the tiger is enacted.~
On second thought, perhaps I am less partial to a drink, tea or otherwise, than I had previously assumed.
So now you work at the bar, huh.
wipes off watermelon juice
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stares back while climbing the walls
doesn't know whether to keep climbing or to stop
You win this staring contest....
You dumb tarantula
sits on an empty shelf, wondering why it was empty in the first place
So is pizza.
Pizza is nice. I want pizza. I gots no monies on me.
I imagine it as purple or blue
*Ahem!* Attention, everyone. Is this microphone on? Testing, testing?
Listen up. Whether you like it or not, I'm about to announce the winners of the Poetry Contest. Now would be a good time to run screaming for shelter in the restroom if you don't want to hear a rehash of the sick filth that got submitted.
So, no one ever wants to win First Place, mostly because it comes with the curse of having to judge the next contest and everyone here too lazy and conflict-avoiding, right? So let's get it out of the way, like ripping off a bandage. Our First Place winner is ... Uh, where'd I put that envelope? Ah, here it is. First Place and the horror ... er, honor of judging goes to somebody named Definitely Toby, who submitted multiple entries, but especially this one that captures the unrelenting angst of a generation unmoored from social etiquette and lost in their primal ennui. Yay, Toby!
Ow god I got hit with a frozen burrito and I'm in pain...
I need a body guard dang..
So weak I'm basically asking to be attacked.
Nowhere is safe.
And now, Second Place. I'm feeling generous today, so I'm pleased to announce I'm not cursing anyone with Second. That's right--in a Bar first, no one won Second Place. You may all thank me later.
Moving right along to the much-coveted Third Place. Like I said, I'm feeling generous as well as judgmental, so I hearby declare a multi-way tie in which everyone else won Third Place! Yay, Zany Zanes, Nekojin, Brocklandia, The Peanut Feast, and everyone else!
The Moon's Guest
I deign to eat with the moon tonight,
For her appetite knows no bounds.
She'll eat and eat and eat and eat,
'Til her body blooms and rounds.
There's never much left for me these nights,
I'm so hungry you cannot fathom.
She ate it all, left none for me,
The gapped, awing chasm.
Suddenly I realize,
I might just have the fix.
A little piece, just here and there,
I'll make a nice eclipse.
Here's a poem:
There are biscuits
May I ask
Happened to the singular 'scuit'?
How did we forget it?
In the evening
In my bed.
I try vainly
To conceive how we fail in so many ways
And never know it.
How would one even call the singular scuit?
And what would it be?
Creating plurals with no base
Leaves them entirely unconnected
Concepts linked by nothing but the letters in their name
One must first define the foundation
Lest its variants become alien
So what if I didn't submit a poem? Thanks to judge's prerogative, I still give myself Third and you can't stop me. Bwa-hahahaHAHA.
Putin getting mad
Have we waited too long?
Thanks and congratulations to all our winners! Yaaay!