level five
3--
Anticipation of an aberration
who aims alleviation of his allocation--
this aspiration for a higher location,
this hired hand of automation
this neutralization
is his vocation.
2--
Besides that, the noose in
his one-touch solution
begets such confusion
of lost restitution
and finds voracious veracity
with its perspicacity
expands its capacity
to stand up and laugh at he
who dares to stand tall
in the face of his gall
to defy it all
by making the wish
for the most acrid dish
to be served at the tryst
with the flick of a wrist
so the miscreant waits
with his breaths hung abate
eyeing the gait
of the man wielding fate
1--
game over.
kwaieht: OH GOD I'M SORRY LOL. This requires part of an explanation. And by part I mean all of it because it's not much, really.
Well, a few months ago (like, February), my English teacher was reading Dead Poets Society to us and he's one of those lol-unorthodox teachers who likes to surprise, so we had to mimic what the story led the students to, and that was a creative writing assignment-- write a poem for Tuesday. Or whenever. At that time I was nose-deep in No More Heroes and I loved it to bits so END PART ONE.
Part two is like... yeah. This was written based on Letz Shake who I just totally worshipped at first sight, and used the theory I came across on a nonspecific forum that, if all the assassins got one 'wish' of sorts granted by Sylvia with Travis' LBs as part of a deal to fight him, Shake would have made the wish for Dr Shake, for an easy win. Which I probably would have done. Maybe. But yeah, this should read clearer based on that. Uh.. thanks! :D
