I wish i could write poetry better…

Ok, there is a local competition around my town with an award of $1000 and/or an X-BOX. I entered it, but the problem is this snobby girl i know who won a poetry writing competition last year entered :-(. I thought of 2 solutions to this:
Either murder the slut, or have a go and hope i win.
I WANT MY 1000 DOLLAR!

*dont take the murderising seriously…*

You probably won’t win, and the snobby girl probably won’t either. But anyway, enter the competition. It’s not like you’ve got anything to lose.

Fuck her, steal her poetry.
Everybody wins.

That’s The way to do it!*

*Rik doesn’t advise that you carry out the previous statement!

Just use the poem, in my sig.:
I wrote it in October of 2004. So if you win, you can’t take all the credit, but you can still use it. OK?

Just use the poem, in my sig.:
I wrote it in October of 2004. So if you win, you can’t take all the credit, but you can still use it. OK?

ha, torck is tryin to sabotage chewey’s chances of winning

Here’s a poem for you –

I gots the aids,
I gots the grades,
I’m a qualified prozzer,
But I’m a silly tosser.

ZING.

you should use this:

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.