FUPA 4: The WinSubmitted by Soyware at 2010-04-13 16:50:36 EDT
Rating: 1.71 on 9 ratings (9 reviews) (Review this item) (V)
The window breaks. A rock? A bomb. It flies
Through the room, slow motion, hanging in air.
I dive behind a couch, braced, wincing eyes.
A flash-bang, then she stands with evil stare.
Her gun at my head, mine I have missed.
She laughs, approaches, I sneer and I grit.
A kick at my knee. A jab at her wrist.
Elbow to temple. She falls and I split.
But trip on the rug, and fall to the floor.
A tire iron lands on the small of my back.
I shout and writhe, she grabs my head, the whore.
I toss her, then we stand poised to attack.
Then we embrace, two hearts: one. Lost from time.
I weep, laugh, smile. Victory is mine.
Holy fucking shit
Sucks like a vacuum
Shakespeare is just lame
Over-rated and deceased
Get over it, schmucks!