Computer. Check... Popcorn. Check... Lack of anything better to do... wait, where is that again? Oh well. Here's chapter two of Rhapsodia, no help so far from the readers. Send in some crap before my brain fries and my perspective on life turns similiar to that of an Arfenhouse movie. All my friends have already temporarily ran out of ideas, so I had to carry the load.
Bullets on 12th street-By me
Life as I knew it was about to end,
But then out of nowhere stepped a friend-
She pulled out a pistol and smiled down on me-
"I promised I wouldn't let you die- it was a guarantee."
And as I sat there, bleeding on the street
Gaz ignored the scorching heat
Shot three times, missed twice
"One out of three won't suffice!"
Out of the fire he stepped, laughing hysterically
My nemisis, my laconic enemy
A slight rip in his clothes, utherwise unharmed
"I'm glad you're here, Gaz. I'm charmed."
With lightning speed Gaz couldn't catch
Zim fired twice, Gaz seemed no match,
But he was an idiot; missed both times
By Irken law, both misses were crimes.
Zim was undaunted and gritted his teeth,
he had sworn to turn this city into a blood heath
only Gaz stood in his way, Dib was down
Zim just wanted to leave this god damn town.
Gaz fired again, and this shot hit home
a searing shot of iron and chrome
though it left no mark, it didn't fail
Gaz would do not but prevail.
Zim was distracted, Gaz didn't waste time
she fired again then turned on a dime,
ran towards him with fire in her eyes
this was the end; Zim's demise.
Fired into his eyes from two feet away
it was Zim's end, the ultimate death ray.
And as the screams faded, Gaz put away here gun,
turned to me, and said-"Hey Dib, that was fun."
WELL then, I think I'd call that my best work yet. Chapter three will be up soon, this time with some of my friend's works in it. That is, of course, unless some of you people actually send me some work. Oh well, I'll manage 'till then.
-Raqueza