The Plunge
it was ten stories.
parents.
siblings.
wife.
daughters.
money.
love.
career.
reputation.
self-worth.
self.
suicide
June 23, 2007 - Leave a Response
a goofy song
June 20, 2007 - 2 Responses
The Uncle Mooty Show Theme Song
Hello kids! It’s Uncle Mooty time!
Verse 1
This is the Uncle Mooty show!
Where you learn all you have to know!
O’er the hills and under the bridge
This show will do naught but enrich!
Verse 2
Ready? Seatbelts? Got your passport?
Don’t bring books – we’ve got a lot!
Bring some water, grab that sweater
We’ll be sailing down that gutter!
Chorus
And it’s the Uncle Mooty Show!
We wanna learn and wanna knoowwwww
We wanna learn to play and dare
We wanna conquer everywhere – HO!
Repeat chorus
Verse 3
We’ll visit planets, go to asteroids
We’ll enter mysterious black voids
Let’s look out for some UFOs
But please, don’t yell at ghosts!
Chorus (x2)
Bridge (slow-mo)
So we’re the Uncle Mooty Shoowwwwwww
Here you can jump and play and knnooowwwww
Just come on down, pop in on us,
And let’s examine some space dusttttttttttt!
Cue applause
love on the Net
June 20, 2007 - Leave a Response
you sign in and my heart stops
you sign in and my heart stops
(I’ve known you all my life the past three weeks)
saw you first on youtube
chanced upon your videos, and you
you had me by the hip
rendered me slave to your whim
your blog, yes I loved
the gentle caress of your skin
o, and your url too
and every post you make, I heart.
o, did you know how much
I loved you already?
you didn’t. but fool that I was,
I – I tagged you. on
your pristine tagboard, white
as it were, I dared not
venture improper, opting
for a nickname of “Hunk”.
you noticed me, you cherub,
even tagged me.
you beast of sadism that
left me enchanted to your words
added you on msn,
kept vigil at the comp
stared at your tender email address
I’m
going
flying
high
o,
you sign in and my heart stops
(I’ve known you all my life the past three weeks)
of stress and school
June 20, 2007 - One Response
Ode to 100 Marks
I’ve finally attained my goal
it’s the first time I have gotten it right
I’ve stayed up for a week to get this
but I have succeeded! Oh LIGHT!
the exam was tough
root-5, base-8, 9-cube, pi-r-square
fractioned pies and circular surds
km/h and radial flair.
but from here it’s all uphill
I have become my own God
and this for my glorious future
and my life’s great adventure -
Money, career,
leadership, scholarship
O’levels, A’levels,
Oxford – I already have dibs!
GPA, CIP,
CCA and SAT
medicine law or entrepreneur?
truckloads of money
can sit there and grab monstrous fees!
recognition and more!
fore, fore, fore!
i will sing-oh like a lark
since i got that leet hundred mark!
gamma rays and anions
mole concepts, three blind moles
Schroedinger’s cat plus Shakespeare
tale of Hitler’s sweet cajoles
summaries, advocacies
here’s to cogito ergo sum;
of Newtons, and apples and
testicular cancerous lumps!
I am the ultimate study guy
homework makes me fucking high!
whew. a hundred mark.
time to go catch a movie.
or I can always study for next year.
my first poem!
June 20, 2007 - 3 Responses
Thoughts of an Adolescent on a Gloomy Saturday Evening
How could this happen to me?
What a loser.
I hate liars and hypocrites.
WHY DID SHE DO THAT??
Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
I’m gonna sit right here
And I’m gonna bawl.
Whatever, whatever.
Don’t really care anyway.
She was nothing.
Shall get a new one tomorrow.
I am hot and sexy!
(Especially with that black eyeliner.)
Girls adore me!
I am God of Fertility!
Church sucked as usual.
Stupid preacher.
Why can’t he just shut up?
The only halo I know I play on my Xbox.
I am my own God
I’ll show those goody-two-shoes!
Hallelujah to me!
Whatever, whatever.
Bored. Shall catch a movie.
Rip it off Limewire.
Oh, hopefully something racy
Nothing too SOFT, heh.
Oh, that’s nice.
(Why hasn’t anyone texted me?)
Oh yeah, that’s good.
(My phone has not sounded in five minutes!)
And there’s a text message.
It’s Alicia… who?
Oh, the one from third grade.
Whatever, whatever.
Wait, that’s a girl.
Mmm, yeah.
Let’s reply something cool
Something about… dusk and night!
This sucks.
Nothing on the tube.
Reruns I’ve watched a million times.
President Michael Bush or whatever.
Some freaking stupid gameshow.
I don’t blinking care.
Let’s Youtube something on Paris Hilton,
Oh yess, that sounds good.
Let’s see… P – A – R – I – S…
Oh fsck, what’s all these about some French city?
Never mind, whatever.
I shall Google “hot babes” –
What the shit is wrong?
The computer just blacked out!
Oh, now it’s some stupid blue screen
Balls.
Why’s everyone so bleeding stupid anyway?
Nobody understands me.
I’m just different from everyone!
My momma wants to put me in a boy’s home
My poppa wants me to get a decent grade in school
But I’m not what they want me to be!
I’m a lonely traveler on the face of this cold earth
And my heart is, um, shattered into a million bits.
velcome to versed moot!
June 20, 2007 - Leave a Response
Versed Moot is so cool
It is totally awesome
It pwns my boxers.
I figured it would be auspicious to begin my new poetry blog with a… poem! But I jest. Welcome to Versed Moot. I am mooty, the Humble Great Guy, and I started this blog to be able to dutifully log my poetry for the world to see and appreciate! *cue applause* I am endorsed by New Moon Chicken Rice, so that should up my credibility somewhat!
OK, by now you should have a fairly grounded assumption of me: that I am a retarded asshole with nothing better to do. But let my poems speak (or sing) for themselves!
La! Let the games begin!
Also, let me point you to several of my other illustrious blogs (opens in new window, because I’m nice):
My parent blog: http://slowbeatofdoom.blogspot.com
My prose blog: http://mootcanwrite.wordpress.com
Remember to click “Read the rest of this entry” to read my poem reflections! Because, um, they’re very important.
