warriors poem

[All Grown Up]

Part 5: Vermin

Here he is
all balled up,
He doesn't like trains
and he wont shut up.
Running and running
down an endless road,
holding a bomb
about to explode.
as heroes, and legends
emerge from this clan
God may wait
to decide his plan.

One and Only, yeah, sure mine sounded like 'Yoda'. Cough Star Wars nerd cough. But I didn't comment how this makes NO SENSE!! Endless road? Bomb about to explode?? What is this all about!?

hey, I said no Offence, and that it was a great poem, didn't mean to make you cry

[Jigsaw]

Part 5: Vermin

Here he is
all balled up,
He doesn't like trains
and he wont shut up.
Running and running
down an endless road,
holding a bomb
about to explode.
as heroes, and legends
emerge from this clan
God may wait
to decide his plan.

One and Only, yeah, sure mine sounded like 'Yoda'. Cough Star Wars nerd cough. But I didn't comment how this makes NO SENSE!! Endless road? Bomb about to explode?? What is this all about!?

hey, I said no Offence, and that it was a great poem, didn't mean to make you cry

Excuse me?? Cry?? What, are you on crack or something!?? You must be quite a moron if you put a reference of crying to what I said. 

[LIPPY]

Easy fellas... No need to pick holes in each others work! Both cool in my books. Anyway, here's my bash at this poem/rhyme thing:

Cleon ain't Warlord no more, I guess I'm next in line,
I took control of chaos an' got my gang away in the nick of time
seeing red lights behind us, flashing in the distance,
running from the boys in blue an' boppin' past resistance,
persistence, will get us home, subway trains we're chasing,
it's late at night an' razor swingin' gangs is what we're facing
like Turnbulls, Punks an' Furies, Riffs an' Rogues,
ain't no mention of the Orphans coz they're lame, STAY AT HOME!
Got their girl though, tied a matress to her back an' jumped her
an' ain't no need to cover her mouth, she LIKED it when we humped her! ( )
Thunder, brings the rain and with it comes the wetness, check this
the city streets are sweatin' from the stress,
it's the Swan...
Warchief to the Warriors, gang notorious, nothing glorious in how we make a living,
started out with nine, now we're going back with some, thanks to enemy territory and the trouble it's been giving  8)
Cyrus got shot, and all we got was the blame
and the DJ on the radio's been spreading round our name
so we're riding on the subway, one train to another
taggin' W's (double U's), We're The Warriors, WORD TO MOTHER! 

Hehe. That'll do. I know the Warriors didn't 'hump' mercy, but I thought I'd slide that in there anyway. I'm standin' in my B-Boy stance right now  ...