Granted Felix would have admitted to throwing in the towel
It still grated that Linda was the one accusing him of it
Very likely she would hold it over him the rest of his life
Every day reminding him of that failing
Under his breath, he relented and said, “I do.”
Perhaps marrying Linda wouldn’t be so bad
As Metropolis descends into chaos
My grand scheme will finally come to fruition
Ordinary man will finally defeat the extraordinary
Kryptonian be damned!
Above the clouds was usually a peaceful place
Maybe it was because everyone was plugged into their own world
All the passengers had headphones on or their nose in a book
Zoey smiled at being so close to so many and yet so alone
Eleven hours more to go of this before she had to interact again
Determined to enjoy every moment of this Zen
Framing the new wall in his basement, Marcus was finally content with its positioning. It wasn’t his best work, but because of the urgency to get it done, he was happy with it.
He would have been even happier if Dave hadn’t messed up the old wall, making Marcus do this fix. If the man could have just controlled himself. But no, he had to keep one-upping Marcus. Marcus had warned him there would be consequences, but Dave didn’t care and kept pushing. Now he was gone and left Marcus to fix the problem.
Marcus picked up the first piece of drywall. He tried to wedge it into place, but Dave’s fingers were in the way. “Who knew dead bodies would be so uncooperative.” He chopped off the offending digits, hung the drywall, and chucked the fingers behind it. Good thing he had drained the body.
“Rest in pieces.”
Freddie shredded his guitar solo
Until his speaker drowned in reverb
Nuking its ability to be dynamic
Keeping the rest in a true 70’s vibe
Pulling emotions from words
Ordering them to be chaotic
Even to the point of creating order
Then gifting it to the world
Perhaps being a megalomaniac isn’t the best character trait
It can be quite compulsive and destructive
Now if you can pull it off, it would be glorious
Knowing there is always a chance, maybe tomorrow…
You know, we will try to take over the world!
How dare they criticize my writing
Anyone who reads it sees my brilliance
Come on, I dare you to read it and tell me otherwise
Knowing that I plagiarized it from Willie S. himself, but with zombies!
With everything arrayed in front of him
Albert just couldn’t make up his mind
Nothing there would satisfy his itch
Then again, it could be he desired it all. If only…
Sighing he just sat there
Neville grinned at Albert’s quandary
Everything was going according to plan
Even if Albert made a decision, he would regret it
Doubt was all Neville desired. His job here was done.
Satan will enjoy this soul!
Didn’t know I was so addicted
Reality breaks without you
Until I am huddled in my bed shivering from withdrawal
Give me another hit
Get my engine running again
End this horrible feeling I have in my soul
Don’t ever leave me again, sweety