Now pay attention! Yes, that's right, wake up from your desks of drool and fix your filthy eye-sockets on Zim. If I have to do this horribly primitive assignment, then you are going to pay close attention! It is worthy of attention, so worthy, worthy like Zim! If it were not worthy, it would be like Dib. But it is not, so here is my assignment of doom! The first hyuman who opens their filthy voice-box to laugh will have their lips fused shut.

Ahem.

The Earth is a spinning ball of dirt

Its destruction will taste just like dessert

With all the monkeys, germs, and dogs

It will all boil like vats of frogs

The pants command me, "Zim, destroy!"

I'll begin with the delivery boy

Who carries stinking pizza in

And has great zits upon his chin

He should get some acne blast

Then they'll grow even more fast

But I digress, the Earth is doomed

Before your eyes, you'll be consumed

Except the Dib, for he you see

Will be a useful slave to me

He's messed up every plan so far

So I'll dip him in boiling tar

And watch him run through acid rain

To see how HE likes feeling pain

Oh yes, revenge will be so sweet

The day the Dib bows down at my feet

The Tallests' praise will fall on me

I'm just a normal boy, you see.

I can see by your stunned expressions that you are all amazed at the amazing poetry of ZIM. Now applaud. LOUDER!! That's better. Hey! Who threw this… what is this paper ball… AUGH! Who threw this horrible drawing? I see you smirking, foolish Dib-worm, you will rue the day you aimed dead trees at the head of Zim! You dare mock the poem, I will—

Yes Ms. Bitters. Yes. No, I'm sitting now. No need for the chair of nails, I don't need to go to the underground classroom. I'm sitting, nice and quiet. I'm normal. I wear pants and watch TV.

Do I get an A?

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Note: Happy late-late-late-late-late-late-late birthday Invader Sideos! I promised I'd do it, and it only took me forever to get it done!