A lyrical loudmouth with little to say,
most things he utters don't rhyme anyway.
Blanking out half his words, self censorship
shows to us all how he's been pussywhipped,
by GMs and admins and their book of rules.
Our loved Irishman's simply a tool.
On top of that, he's a harsh, bloody drunk,
filling these fora with poetic junk.
Yet in the end we all love him dear,
for when he speaks, truly none of us fear
to be the party's biggest jerk,
so give him a beer, and set him back to work.
This man -- he's our one true ginga,
always talking trash like a...

Keep it real bro.  

You need to shut up mister. You're a meanie head.

Have you ever said 'Shit' on television?

I honestly still don't feel as though I know enough about her to write a rhyme in her memory. If anything, it'd be very general; not dedicated to her in specific, but applicable at best. One of my favourite phrases, especially when used in my amateuristic poetry, is something I came up with in math back in highschool; "To die beloved is to crown a perfect life." I just never found something to go with it. How about...

Memories
Stand, tall.
Live, fall.

From birth 'till your doom,
memories, life's heirloom,
are gathered by those
whose lives you touch the most.
Life's full of grayscales, not just wrong and right.
You'll always grow stronger, if you stand and fight,
every time you fall down, without fear in your heart,
balancing laughs and tears, making living an art.
Before kicking the bucket, it's all uphill strife,
but dieing beloved, crowns every perfect life.



I don't know. It might be because of the expectations I have of myself because of the theme, but I feel as though I can do better. There's lots of small things I wanted to work into it like "... of falling again" after the "without fear in your heart..." bit, but maybe it's better off this way. Couldn't find any ways of implementing any 'explanations' without shifting the focus too much, if that makes sense. Leaving things open like this is exactly what I meant with the rhyme ending up very general, as expected before writing it... There's implicit things that don't stand out right away, like going uphill before reaching the crown, there's weird things like the four words up front which I didn't want to leave out. (Which, in itself, happens to be an implicit thing about birth and death.) I'm really not sure about this poem.

Yes. I have reason to believe Alice Cooper sang about it once or twice, as well.

Have you ever been to a pool party on the 4th floor of an appartment complex?

I feel as though my cover is blown.

Fear the wrath of wookie! 

No, as I was always clever enough not to end up on there and thus didn't see the need.

Have you ever seen a teacher light him/her/kraself on fire? (I have. Demonstrating the bursts of fire coffee powder creates... Hilarious, missing one eyebrow.)

Also, Vakachehk, what part of you being banned is true? I was trying to find you in-game, but this rumor has me thinking it may be in vain.

what's the worst boo boo you've ever gotten, and tell the story!

Yes or no 'Have you ever's! That's the entire point!

EDIT: @ self: 

@ @ self: QQ