Adventures in Iambic Pentameter (OR- Robocalypse Now: Redux) (429 hits)
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Submitted by cyberpenguin (View user info) at 2008-03-28 23:18:28 EDT
This was originally an English assignment, however I thought there may be an audience for it here. I never wanted to be "that guy", the one who intro'd his post with shit like this, but anyway here's another gem from the trove of shit posts to come.
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Robocalypse Now: Redux
Once upon a future dreary, we meet
A world filled with tyranny. Lies, deceit,
Malice, and corruption ran the system
In charge of blocking all things they condemn.
Of course this dystopia that I preach
Lies purely in fiction; nay, out of reach!
However, dreamers be weary! This thought
Destined to be your reality. Bought
With the blood of generations to come,
Shed needlessly, fate would profit no one.
Dear reader! I beseech that you take heed!
In hopes you learn from this tragic misdeed!
This waning of mankind, a last eclipse,
These final days in this Robocalypse.
Tales like this start only one way, with
A lady whose beauty surpasses myth.
Or a lack thereof it should be noted
In the case of our gentleman, voted
Clever and handsome, twice by his mother.
A perfect ten! This was her integer.
Though a stretch he held his own in the field
Of making robotronics, capped the seal
Of his fate in eternal bachelorhood.
Finally fed up, his life was no good,
Our beloved enginerd devised a plan.
He would make his wife, robotic and grand.
She would fill the void with artificial
Love and affection, unique and special
With cold beauty and chrome intimacy,
A bot outside regulation! You see
Under the rule of the law no robot
Could think or feel not one single thing, not
For the sake of humanity. But all
Is fair in love and war, our man would call
Upon all talent he owned, this being
His ultimate work. He toiled through fleeting
Hours of sleepless nights, laws be damned his wife
Would know life! All this is to say the strife
Began here, this wretched day, beginning
Of the end. Humans in their ninth inning.
For you see this young wed couple pissed off
Just the right people, they would laugh and scoff
At this unnatural thing. Round the bend
He must have gone, right straight off the deep end.
As the love had just begun the law saw
Fit to end the dangers of his great flaw.
Carting him away to his asylum,
Leaving his wife to become rather glum.
They tried to lock her, for decommission,
When her free will decided to kick in!
Zapping and blasting, she broke herself free,
Escaping her fate, running from her deed.
The robots they swarmed, gathered, and crowded
To find report of a scene now clouded.
Our heroine, emboldened, takes action
Starting to assemble her faction
Of separatist bots sick of the Machine!
No longer content below everything,
You see as society moved up its'
Creations were cast downward, hence the fits.
But today a new day of liberty!
'Bots filed in columns far as eye could see,
Beginning the end of both you and me!
Because a base taken out from under
Leaves the above suspended in wonder,
Not for long as you see, the end final
Beyond any repair. Then the vinyl
Turns and the rest is history, we all
Know how this one plays out, the very fall
Of humanity inescapable!
In destruction the bots were capable,
Making short work of the crème of the crop
Taking delay for no bomb they could drop.
Then out of the midst our Lady the Queen
Rose above, intent to survey the scene.
As this crime of passion had great intent,
The time now came to seek him in torment.
Lest we forget the true lighter of fuse,
The maker of the starter, king of blues.
Captured early, rolled his dice and came short,
Government angry, as was the report.
They sought to torture and test this man trapped,
The junction of passion and love so apt.
Reunited as the cosmos saw fit,
Unnatural lovers united with twist.
Our beloved enginerd augmented
In his imprison he re-invented
Himself. By official decree, tested
To find out if mankind could be bested,
The first true cyborg, indeed, born and bred
For the progression of life he would wed
Man to machine, yet not for the first time,
Ironic enough this deed was his crime.
Now his lover and creation stepped low
To carry him free, out broken windows
Into the carnage that had consumed life.
Civilization at its end, now rife
With full destruction. Lovers free to stand
Upon a hilltop, to enjoy the grand
Romance of carnage and lasers. One phase
Ending with another to begin. The rays
Of sun lighting the obliteration,
Hand in hand during the end of nations.
Staring at this brave new worlds' very dawn,
Every remnant of old wholly gone,
The first and last battle, fiercest they'd seen.
As the sun rose it lingered on the Queen,
Lighting up his beauty, his love, yet
The sun blinding, off his Chrome Juliet.
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Submitted by spyder882001 (user info) at 2008-03-29 22:17:04 EDT (#)
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i'm too bored to read so for that i give you +1
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Submitted by HellRazer (user info) at 2008-03-29 15:45:09 EDT (#)
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Too many words and not enough pictures for me. But I'll give a +1 for effort.
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-03-29 14:19:43 EDT (#)
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I don't care if its poetry, I really really like it!
Submitted by Ltap (user info) at 2008-03-29 09:24:27 EDT (#)
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I liked it.
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2008-03-29 01:57:03 EDT (#)
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Skimmed it like pond scum.