Poetry Competition
 Poetry Competition
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| Inventor |  OiTrowls
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| Location Specific? | On the wiki |
Poetry Competition
A poetry competition on the subject of MCO. Contestants are to post their poems on this page.
Rules
There is no deadline. Any form is acceptable. The only requirement is that it must be something to do with the server.
After an unspecified period of time all of the contestants will pick the poem they like best. The poem they choose cannot be one of their own. Each contestant can post as many poems as they please.
Poems
"MCO Poem" by 
Genny_Flo
Freedonia, Freedonia,
You give my firstborn
pneumonia
You're a frosted
piece of shit for
which
My love shall never
quit
From the early days
of crawling out
Of grief holes
exploring Spawn
To the day I became
blue from loving you
When my rule would
'rouse Genghis Kahn
With a community full
of giggles and shits,
Cunts, Nazis,
commies, and men
with tits
It's a shock that any
newbies have stayed
for long
After they've died to
a Spawn cunt with his
hand on his dong
While it may not be
the hood,
The boys are always
hard
Our man Stooges
gets excited
Even if they draw the
straight card
So while the history
is wide,
I've been along for
some of the ride,
Something I'd only
say with pride
As I swallow a Tide
From the cringe-
inducing FIT Raiders,
And Slapsore the
homosex,
To the shitpost-born
Crusaders,
And the alts of
dogemasterflex
I've also set up a
Klub,
Which yes I'm bouta
plug,
A monster far from
just a pub
Where you die to
a bug
If there's anything
Else to say,
It's "fuck you Oi
you're gay"
For making me write
this little text
Through which my
skills hath been
thoroughly flexed
Damn right I'm good
with words, bitch
But like I said before
I'm better at bringing
your sister to pitch
My tent like a whore;
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"Pointless Stop" by OiTrowls
Half-fucked at dawn
I join the server.
I jump around the lake at spawn
Without a goal.
Without a care I read the chat
And don't engage until I need
To ban a brat erasing blocks.
At a loss for what to do I kill
To have the noobs denounce my name,
The other mods do much the same,
Whilst I, silent and confused,
Walk around the blocks
I've seen a thousand times or more,
Log off without a goodbye,
Conclude it was a pointless stop.
Yet stop I did, in fact I often do,
And always with no aim I bring
Myself to look for nothing.
Always at a loss like this,
Always when I'm pissed.
Perhaps I'm scared to know I'm lost,
Perhaps it's something in the blocks
That causes my routine -
Their images, cries, pleas for what's been,
What can never again be. OH, DAMN THEM,
Those sirens on the cliffs
Singing not to me
But to boys in stocks,
Alluring me with their
Promises of the past,
Promises for everything.
"The poem of griefer" by 
AndrzejSkowron
None of us tried to be bad. We were bad because we believed we were good.
We hurting each other, only because we are unable to see it. We trying
to fix our sins but thats not gonna change that who we've becomed.
Every of us will pay not for being bad person, but for our own stupidity.
We were unable to understand what we did wrong, and now is too late...
The hammer is coming first you are afraid, you trying to escape. But you
can not escape from who you are. You are a griefer and now when you
understand that with smile on your face you will get your ban, knowing, that
will make the server a better place. That's sad because you have to left everyone
you love, but also happy because now you're free your since have been paid.
"MCO - The Place Of Pure" by 
Rage3does
A Place Of Pure, That Most Can Endure. Not All Survive, Only The True Do Thrive. In This Place Of Pure.
This Life I Live, Not Always Active. This World I Mine, Where Only Few Shine. In This Place Of Pure.
I Build And Craft, On The Now Gone's Behalf. This Home I Love, I Will Never Get Rid Of. In This Place Of Pure.