Offical OB Poetry Thread, troubled souls only

[Raze 0]

Oh Tiny

You can be so whiney

But you're the nicest guy i have ever met

I don't have a pet

[Professor 0]

But Raze, what about me?

I thought we were the best friends that ever could be.

Well that's cool. I hate you too.

Now suck a dick you smelly poo.

[Fluxy 1,660]

Prof,

It is in your direction that my hat i do doff

Been best freinds for years

almost moves me to tears

Others may scoff

but your laugh is truely music to one's ears

Seen me through many hard times

more than an american has nickles and dimes

Phyco ex girlfreinds are just the start

so I hope that we never do part

Uni may try to take us

but dont make a fuss

there is the Malia trip coming up

its going to be rowdy as fuck...might bring back a duck????

anyway, so ends my poem of mighty freindship

now...do a back flip

[Sholto 0]

cant do a rhyme without mentioning the dime bag

give it enough time you can make him a sublime fag

clipping in your nine mag

you just wish you had your dime bag

now give me the next line laaaaaggg xD

[Raze 0]

sholto is a welcoming guy

Some of his remarks are sly

He played a good Cheryl Cole at the outbreak event

Always has a helping hand to lend

[TheCake 0]

Life is total drag

every time i die it's because of lag.

Even sometimes i get a frag

the guy im against is always bad

so anyway ill just go and have a fag.

....fucking lag.

[Professor 0]

An ode to lag.

Oh why do we stutter and shake and miss?

Is it because, god's taking the piss?

Could it be that we're just nae good players?

Surrounded by these dismal dismay-ours?

Could it be that we simply can't aim?

I'm starting to feel like I'm no good at this game.

With every weapon, I've shot and missed.

M4's, augs take your pick from the list.

I line up the cross hairs and Boom! There it goes.

But where a ct once stood, only wind now blows.

I scope in with an awp and aim at his head.

BOOM! Goes the gun. But I'm the one dead.

Chat's fucked up and I can't hear a word.

There's so much lag not a word can be heard.

Through the jumbled up static, the curses and screams.

I hear nothing yet silence as it shatters my dreams.

I fall down dead, yet again.

A bullet lodged somewhere between my throat and brain stem.

And why does this happen? This mysterious occurrence.

I'm starting to think, I need lag insurance.

After all of this rage, the hate and the grief.

I'm glad to say I can find some relief.

Off goes the power switch, shutting down the game,

I stare into the blank screen, it fills me with shame,

to remember the anger, the fury and rage,

that pixels tend to cause, in this golden age.

Then on goes the power switch, immersing me in light,

Hello again Jailbreak, I've resumed the fight,

Unload a clip into a t, who still doesn't die.

These bullets are invisible! It's not just the cake that's a lie.

The t's are getting closer, so I replace my empty mag.

I've found the real enemy here, and it's FUCKING LAG.

Dedicated to Cake.

-That boy hated lag.

[Fluxy 1,660]

Now that good sir...is poetry

[Professor 0]

You just wanted an excuse to use that gif.

[Tiny 16]

That was actually impressive Professor.

I hereby declare Professor to be the King of Poetry!

[GiNGL3 0]

When I close my eyes and listen,

I hear claps and pats,

that eventually elapse,

The kick and Bass

Give a feeling of space

All without a trace

not even a shoe or lace,

But in this race

comes a case of disgrace

where it's regarded as bad

coz they're all just mad

As the melody lifts like noria

It gives us euphoria

And as we Jizz on the floor

maybe on the whore

all because you adore

the harder stylez that roar, so that now you wont ingore :D

Was listening to it so thought I'd waste my life/time on it, here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5pTtLnE4hg

[Fluxy 1,660]

It started with a bad translation

"make the map you whore" was the approximation

I was told Kriss was mad

worried me just a tad.

It was me and wist who were in trouble

he got away with it since I could talk for double

Mclovin said he wanted a meeting

but Kriss wasent for the greeting

The whole community was in on it

no mercy was spared for me or wist, not even a bit

Tiny,Landshark, Gaz, Biggles and Raze

all of them laughed as I sweated under Kriss's wrathful gaze

Mclovin claimed that a recording was needed

Me and wist both agreed as we remained seated

all 3 of us in that teamspeak channel we waited

until Kriss was moved in, I sat there with breath baited

My appolgy was profuse

as i the confrontation I tried to defuse

this lost in translation situation

Kriss's rage was apperant to me

not knowing it was actually him and Mclovin giggling with glee

The last thing I wanted was to cause offence

This was my major line of defence

The meeting reached its end with me being glad

that it was the chance I had

to make my appology known

there was silence on the phone...

Finally Mclovin breaks the silence with the words

"You have been trolled boys" In my chest the little birds

that were flying about, stop. I realise that a prank has been played

Me and Wist both taken for a ride, doubt our street cred can be saved

The community laughs, I dont mind

Its my own fault i went in so blind

Mclovin and Kriss only having jokes

at the expense of us new admin blokes

Ill be more carful next time

Make sure the walk the line

so ends my poem here

So could you all please a be a dear

Next time you see me or wist

try not to great us with your verbal fist

We had a laugh at our own expense

because after all...we never meant to cause any offence.

[Wist 376]

My mate billy has a ten foot willy

[Jamie 2,319]

this thread still exists?

[Wist 376]

OB has many troubled souls