John, Chris, and I had talked about it, we knew what we were doing. First it felt as if we had wandered in uninvited. After a few steps we knew this would either be the greatest moment of our lives, or the end to us all.
A sudden nod to Chris as he peered around the corner. Not a single disturbance. The electricity ran through me with giddy excitement. John brushed his hand through his coarse hair, "You gotta do it". A few pieces of grass and clung to his unkempt head, his legs shaking as if it were mid winter.
I eased my hand up, grasping a soft corner of our prize only to feel the sharp pain of leather on my skin.
"You dirty sons of a bitches!"
Mr. Klausman had thwarted my hand away with the swiftness of a fencer. "That pie ain't going to feed your worthless bellies, scum!"
We bolted for the fence line and ran to Hervis' Burrow as fast as the wind blew.
Wretched squealing and gnarling of last week's nails on a plated glass. Thinking the weekend would end your weakness you hear the unbound squalling of a bell hammered; the ringing of what's unknown to come. As if Harold Ramis fulfilled a role as your own personal Ba'aliel. Two more days to the hump and four more to the fall. Then you can have a mimosa with those guys or gals chained to the same insufferable fate. Not far behind the aired screams of the clock chimes. Louder it grows, closer and closer.
Keep ur knOwse uP, plz?!?
To a fellow human. I forgive you. have a laugh.
So you want to turn up your nose?
You don’t like my prose? Ye yearn to be foes?
Please. This battle I’ll have considered done, with you defeated.
Though, no metaphors are needed to explain that you’re just that conceded!
Lyrically, one could see that you think you’re wits deserve applause and awe.
Juxtaposed to me you’re cabbage stew, while I’m Foie Gras.
It would seem you’ve started quite the conundrum.
You can’t beg; can’t plead; can’t hide; guess I’ll have to dumb it down some!
Sorry to say, they haven’t lent your name to a constellation.
Not Cygnus, Andromeda, Canis (the minor or the major); not even to the crustacean!
Don't worry, there is no need to gawk at my rhymes, so plain.
I'll provide you with the chalk white outline, for your brain.
I could continue round on this philippic carousel.
Though, i've wasted enough of my breath on you, so piss off and fare thee well!