And now, just for the hell of it: Hyperactive poetry 101

[weemadando]

Its improv night!
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I have a recurring dream,
Where I'm walking along a beach,
And I keep seeing something in the ocean,
As it gets closer I realise its a moose,
But not any ordinary moose!

This is a moose sent to rid the streets of greenies!
We join together in a campaign against hippies!
We fight tooth, nail and antler against the un-washed hordes!
And then I wake up.

And think... Damn. That was a stupid fucking dream.

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Written because I can... In REAL TIME!

[weemadando]

Its still improv night
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On my desk I have a wind up tiger,
Its next to a stuffed toy of a kitten.
Which is next to a bunch of homies.
And a joystick.

It doesn't make much sense, but it keeps me sane.
Oh yeah. Really fucking sane.
That wind up tiger waddles along,
And "bops" his head from side to side.
He has those happy anime arch eyes.

Thats kind of weird.
But I love him all the same.
I keep having these delusional fears,
That the kitten is going to suck the fluid from my eye-balls.
I know its weird, but hey...

Now my lava lamp is going all crazy
And the tiger is bopping its head.
If I was on drugs this would probably all make sense.
And I'd be in contact with like the world and stuff.

But I like being insular and isolationist.
Its nice being in your own little world.
With nothing to bother you.
Except that wind up tiger.
Its really freaking me out about now.

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Ummm.... No excuse this time. Written in REAL TIME!

[weemadando]

Improv night continues!
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I was outside sun-bathing today.
Not that its a traditional geek activity.
But anyhow, there I was,
Lying in the sun.
When suddenly it struck me.

Bird shit.

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Hahah! Silliness! Written in REAL TIME!

[weemadando]

Improv night continues to roll onwards!
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Ode to a seagull.

I heard you squawking this morning.
You woke me up.
You rat of the sky.
You eat anything.
And sometimes explode.
But not often.
I see more of you at the dump,
Than I ever do at the sea.
But trash-gull doesn't sound as good does it.
The great rodent of the air.
Sleek, marginally psychotic and squawking.
Squawking early in the morning.
Why the hell did you have to wake me up.
You damn seagull.
No crusts for you this year.

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Yay. Written in REAL TIME!

[Typhonis 1]

A poem I found in Mad Magazine


I`m traped ona leaky spaceship where for me theres no escape.

with a crazy gungho pirate,and a screaming ten foot ape

An adolescent Kid who hasnt seen the Milky Way

A robot that keeps beeping and a droid I think is gay

[Dalton]

There once was a woman from...fuck this.

*goes to bed*