Give into Melancholia
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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
- George EliotDo you have bright hope and dreams?
Or are you tormented by incessant screams?
The wailing of the damned filling your ears?
The shadows giving birth to your deepest fears?The end times are coming, mark my word,
The calls of the doomsayers will be heard.
Cast off the illusions of joy and glee,
And find solace in your mistress, Melancholy. -
Wow!
Um… Poetry!? How to compete?
Um...
There was an old woman from Flynn
Who spent all her life drinking Gin
She drank herself silly
with a goblin called Billy
Sharing stories of Kith and of Kin. -
Welcome!
Poetry show-off? My turn!
Clap clap
A horseradish -
Narg!
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T'would seem to be
a replacement for me
Awoken, I have from misplaced slumber
To correct this obvious blunder–
For I am the OG -
A maestro of words, you think you are?
With wit so sharp, it leaves a scar?
Let me save you from that illusion,
Before you fall further unto delusion.
There can be only monarch of wit and rhyme,
To think otherwise would be a serious crime.
You seek to entertain by playing the fool,
But noone believes a joke can rule.
"God save Queen Mellie!", the people cry,
To get a better reaction, you can but try.
You might, perhaps, wish you were dead,
Then let me aid you, "Off with his head!" -
You call wrongly; a maestro? not I
More of a general – commanding each rhyme
The words line up to my natural charm,
Causing war; causing peace; pleasure; harmA strategist, expert.
A linguist, natural.
I'm cosmopolitan;
You -- pastoral.Bear no shame: your talents are great!
No true challenge to mine,
but I've reveled in our debate.
We can throw line for line;
since you're quick on your toes,
I'll have to rank up the ante --
You have your dry-writ prose:
but I've improvised a Sea Chanty. -
Buncha emo pantywaists.
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Ladies, ladies. You're both pretty. Can we get back to work now?
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I'm the most pretty
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Polly, dear, they are hopeless, you should know that by now…
