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CHIEF OF POLICE
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Join Date: Jul 2003
Location: Nice Chinese Restaurant
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Mar 4th, 2007, 03:10 AM
I love Max's Poetry ;<
All of these were taken from the original Mock Wars held in 2001 on the ezboards. Max, I want more poetry. Please.
Empty Gas Tank
They call me Empty Gas Tank and I’m always kind of sad
I like to wear a garter belt and trade spit with your Dad
I hunker in the basement with my pencil and sketchpad
‘cause I cannot talk to girls, I’m a social REEE-TAD
Oh my gas tank is so empty, but that is not the end
I’m also Empty of ideas and I haven’t got no friends
I post my pwetty pikshurs on a faceless message board
Like a lonely, two-bit, desprit, creepy, needy, ego WHORE
Empty, oh I’m EMPTEEEE,
Empty, Tot’ly EMPTY
skanky Whooooo-OORE!!
Zero Signal
"My name is Zero Signal
I like to jog my Dingle
To see it all
(as it's SO small)
I lay it on a Pringle;
and with a whip
I smash that chip
until my eyeballs Jingle"
-Zero Signal
Chojin V.1
CHOJIN
They rang the bell and the 4’th round began
I entered the ring with a little half-man they call Chojin
Cha-cha-cha-cha-Chojin
He re-wrote a tract and he posted a song
But his lyrics fell flat and his voice was all wrong, little Chojin
La Techno Tot Chojin, what else you got Chojin?
Well Einstein said ‘God doesn’t play dice’
Relatively speaking though, it might have been nice
Little Chojin, if your dad wore a trojan, before he spawned Chojin...
Chojin V.2
There was a child Chojin named Yockey
who desired to play Tonsil Hockey
but he proved far too young
to entice a girl's tongue
and so had to come off in a socky.
Chojin V.3
A degenerate weasel called Chojin
who's skills proved a horse mostly Trojan.
That concealed, so to speak,
the vice we call Greek
lubricated with gallons of Sloe Gin.
Chojin V.4
And Burbank then took Chojin's socky
Still soaked with the juice of young Yockey
And with eyes tightly clenched
The old foot sheath he frenched
While vig'rously yanking his cocky!
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