ATT Round 1: Writer 5 vs. Writer 28 (Writer 28 wins by N/S)

[Wonderbred]

Writer 5 vs. Writer 28

Rules
Verses are due Monday, June 23rd.
Verses are to be sent to Wonderbred via Private Message.
There are NO EXTENSIONS.
Verses must be 20-30 lines long.
Voting is 3-0 KO or First to 5.

Topic #16
“The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else.” -Umberto Eco

[Wonderbred]

Writer 5 vs. Writer 28

Rules
Verses are due Monday, June 23rd.
Verses are to be sent to Wonderbred via Private Message.
There are NO EXTENSIONS.
Verses must be 20-30 lines long.
Voting is 3-0 KO or First to 5.

Topic #16
“The real hero is always a hero by mistake; he dreams of being an honest coward like everybody else.” -Umberto Eco

Writer 28

Bob woke up with his head trobbin
Went to the medicine cabinet
got some excederin tablets and popped em
Hes been written up twice this month and cant let the migraine stop him
from doin the 50 minute commute to the city where his desk job is

Greg woke up with his hands shaking
Anticipating the hunt and the misson
finaly going to put to fruition
The plan hes maintaining
An assaination attempt on the presidents men while hes campaigning

Bob was running late, shit
If he doesn't make it in by eightish
hes fucking fucked and thats an understatement
and whats this, no, no no
A fucking makeshift roadblock for that dumb republican Pollock
to campaign and try to buy my vote now he's really tried my patience
Now I need to fucking detour and pray to god I make it

Greg was on foot, hat brim pulled low
solely focused and ready for a jolly good show
He wants them to know he an honerable pro
So he made sure that he cleaned up and polished the chrome
A man on a mission he walks with conviction
But wasn't aware of that hatchback dodge on the road

Bob hit greg doing seventy five
"FUCKIN A, CANT A GUY GET ANYTHING RIGHT"
He screeched to a halt and he ran to the side
of the road where Greg lied he was barely alive

Bob saw the weapon and the plans were presented
Sprawled on the pavement there wasn't a question
as to what greg had planned for the president
Bob had stopped the assassination attempt and
should feel like a hero instead of contempt and
Agressive emotions creaping up the back of his head.

No denying it now, Bob was gonna be late
He was gonna be fired, he was filling with rage
That republican scum was the cause of his pain
He picked up the gun, flipped off greg, walked away
And laughed to himself as he walked toward the stage.

Writer 5 = EdPoe
Writer 28 = Barfight

Writer 28

Bob woke up with his head trobbin
Went to the medicine cabinet
got some excederin tablets and popped em
Hes been written up twice this month and cant let the migraine stop him
from doin the 50 minute commute to the city where his desk job is

Greg woke up with his hands shaking
Anticipating the hunt and the misson
finaly going to put to fruition
The plan hes maintaining
An assaination attempt on the presidents men while hes campaigning

Bob was running late, shit
If he doesn't make it in by eightish
hes fucking fucked and thats an understatement
and whats this, no, no no
A fucking makeshift roadblock for that dumb republican Pollock
to campaign and try to buy my vote now he's really tried my patience
Now I need to fucking detour and pray to god I make it

Greg was on foot, hat brim pulled low
solely focused and ready for a jolly good show
He wants them to know he an honerable pro
So he made sure that he cleaned up and polished the chrome
A man on a mission he walks with conviction
But wasn't aware of that hatchback dodge on the road

Bob hit greg doing seventy five
"FUCKIN A, CANT A GUY GET ANYTHING RIGHT"
He screeched to a halt and he ran to the side
of the road where Greg lied he was barely alive

Bob saw the weapon and the plans were presented
Sprawled on the pavement there wasn't a question
as to what greg had planned for the president
Bob had stopped the assassination attempt and
should feel like a hero instead of contempt and
Agressive emotions creaping up the back of his head.

No denying it now, Bob was gonna be late
He was gonna be fired, he was filling with rage
That republican scum was the cause of his pain
He picked up the gun, flipped off greg, walked away
And laughed to himself as he walked toward the stage.

Writer 5 = EdPoe
Writer 28 = Barfight