The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

I check my watch, sliding the loose sleeve of my robe up my arm.
Oh dear, look at the time! I have a train to catch. Come on Mog.
Mog jumps from the bar to my shoulder, and I walk to the door. I crack my knuckles and blue sparks come out. There is the distinct sound of steel on steel, and I open the door to reveal what appears to be a subway station, with a subway train just coming to a stop. The train doors open, and I step inside. The bar's door slams shut with the train doors, and it's as if the train never existed. After a second, a pure gold die lands with a thud on the bar.

Congratulations to our delegate Brocklandia for being the first in the world for Nudity again! We are proud of you.

Plant monster in a pot wrote:

Give me poems...

About your personal view of money

Ashes to ashes,
And dust to dust.

The world burned around us,
And blood turned to rust.

The dollar bills fueled,
The fire it created.

The coins jangled happily,
And the rich could not be sated.

Change is important
Money makes the world go round
Now, where's my wallet?

Hi, bar people! Can I get a schnozzlefoam?

Smiley Bob wrote:

Change is important
Money makes the world go round
Now, where's my wallet?

Hi, bar people! Can I get a schnozzlefoam?

Drunkndisorderly wrote:

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world

Zany Zanes wrote:

Ashes to ashes,
And dust to dust.

The world burned around us,
And blood turned to rust.

The dollar bills fueled,
The fire it created.

The coins jangled happily,
And the rich could not be sated.

Will judge these. Along with the others

Zombie Penguins wrote:

*A zombie takes a pizza and mozzarella sticks to Puttin on the ritz while the penguin pours them tequila then gives Smiley Bob a schnozzlefoam*

digs in ferociously
Thank you, ohhhh, thank some divine entity for these mozzarella sticks!

Plant monster in a pot wrote:

Starting to think that Maple hockey canadia is Brocklandia

Nah, I’m not Brocky
I’m just American Canadidian, eh.

Kissinger-Monroe wrote:

Congratulations to our delegate Brocklandia for being the first in the world for Nudity again! We are proud of you.

And I know you enjoy the scenery too. Providing a nice view is all part of the job.

Zany Zanes wrote:

Oh, that's smart. You should list your purchase of those as a business expense on your taxes. Assuming you do your taxes.

Oh, I do, I do. According to my tax returns, I'm a professional adult diaper tester.

_{What?--You think I'd admit to the Tax Department that I am "employed" here?}

Plant monster in a pot wrote:

Starting to think that Maple hockey canadia is Brocklandia

Maple hockey canadia wrote:

Nah, I’m not Brocky
I’m just American Canadidian, eh.

I'd be offended ... if those statements weren't all true.

_{Gotta admit--being considered "Canadian" feels like an all-time low for me. Where did I go wrong? Where, oh, where?}

gets put of the flowering pot

_{there's always so much dirt on the floor after I do that}

clears throat

Third place is Smiley Bob

Third Place Entry

Smiley Bob wrote:

Change is important
Money makes the world go round
Now, where's my wallet?

Hi, bar people! Can I get a schnozzlefoam?

2nd place is Brocklandia with two poems!

2nd place

Brocklandia wrote:

Oh, Mx. Plant monster in a pot, you savvy and good-looking judge, you--please accept my entry for the Weekend Poetry Contest ... along with a truckload of cow manure compost that is a simple gratuity and in no way a bribe. Nope, not a bribe at all.
_____

"In the Dark"

I wake in the dark
and reach out to snug you close
and your arm
comes free--it falls from your body
like bread, like
wet rope. And my not-yet-wakened
mind whispers,
This is what it means to be too
strong for this world--
to be a god, even.
And I chide myself to be more tender,
always more tender,
and as the terror of what I've done
begins to swell,
I grow gentle and then
gentler as I remember:
You are not
here, have not
been here for years.

Brocklandia wrote:

Well, since I've already submitted one, I'll make your job extra eye-poking by submitting a second.
_____

There are things you do because
they feel right, and they may make
no sense and they may make no money,
and it may be the real
reason we are here:
to acknowledge each other
and eat each other's
cooking and say
it was good.

[/spoilers]

Next, we got honorable mentions!
[Spoiler=2 1/2 Place]

Drunkndisorderly wrote:

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world

And finally, first place goes to Zany Zanes with their too real poem. It doesn't inherently fall into the hedonist cycle unlike the others.

First Place

Zany Zanes wrote:

Ashes to ashes,
And dust to dust.

The world burned around us,
And blood turned to rust.

The dollar bills fueled,
The fire it created.

The coins jangled happily,
And the rich could not be sated.

All the winners will receive some of these "get out of jail free cards" I found on the floor. And these coupons for stuff at the store

Plant monster in a pot wrote:

2nd place is Brocklandia with two poems!

2nd place

Dammit--I missed and got Second?! Uh--I mean--thanks for awarding me Second Place, Plant monster in a pot, most esteemed and deep-rooted of judges! And congrats to the other winners too!

Brocklandia wrote:

Congratulations on your new flag, with the keen slogan that Google Translate says means "Bosnia has a powerful odor." Not sure what it means, but it's creative.

And keep your artillery fire confined to the north side of the Bar. I just mopped the south side.

_{Well, not "mopped" exactly. More like "took a nap in," but why quibble about such small differences, right?}

You used google translate for it??

That sounds WAY wrong from what I said.

It writes "Boşnak-Najakon Army of Acara Shura"

Anyway, artillery will go South anyway. I don't control it that much. PREPARE FOR HELLFIRE!