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It's over!

NeonMercuryASH

NeonMercuryASH

beer, I want beer
It's finally over. The poetry contest. I'm not saying i'm the greatest, far from it, but we had to read other people's to get our points and rankings. You learn quickly. If you do an honest review, YOU WILL PAY FOR IT! Shit. You know, uh five of your lines are using the same metaphor and this isn't a song. then they get their facebook posse to fuck you up. In six weeks, I managed to put together 50( five Oh) new pieces. Though I didn't get a million reviews, most of mine were top shelf. I am a finalist.
 
and we all know it, so it's time for you to show it.

Please don't blow it :bigass:
 
Congratulations, Neon. You're a FINALIST! Don't discount that achievement. You have 50 ways you rose to the top, all on your own. Allow a little basking in the sun time and get ready for the main event. I know you can do it and be great. When can you post some of your creativity?
 
I don't know if i have to wait until it's official. 31 August. Enke, you are so right. Most of my kudos, I got totally on my own. Mommy didn't get her knitting club to vote for me. Most of the Trolls came from Facebook. Just a word, if any of you enter, after 31 August for a new contest, don't share on facebook. Twitter's been okay. I was shooting the wings off flies.

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Lady Chain Mail
Angela Garcia as NeonMosfet

Her rosary was missing some beads
Made it hard to count her naughty deeds
Still she never heard them say
When she was golden
It was always about the way
She was beholden
To chained feet, stumbling in the clay

That was back when we were stupid
Wanting to do what Hendrix did
Funny how the fellas are horrid
When you're only sixteen
She became a Marine
While I joined the Air Force
It was that holy grail
We prayed for in chain mail
Was hidden at the source

I found my life stuffed in a blender
No nuts no ice just a smashed fender
Alice chased her damned white hare
Dad's face was stricken
The pocket in the corner
Watching that scratch grin
Darkness silenced my urban din

And they broke all their promises
All we can do is cut our losses
Really I don't want to hear it
We've less days than prayer
Don't think I'll say it
Getting a lot grayer
And our motives much clearer
 
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