Week 1 - Tyson vs Adonis-- ADONIS WINS VIA NS

[Mike Wrecka]

Greetings competitors, we will begin with a small technical rather than conceptual challenge. DOUBLE LETTER WEEK, include instances of the double letter string you are given as your Specific Task. E.g., you are given G.S. – include word variants of G.S.: golden shower, grape soda, going slowly, google search etc. Note there are no required amounts, you can write as many double letter variants as you like or as little as you like. You don’t have to rhyme with each double letter phrase, or put it at the start like an acrostic poem, just include instances of it, it also doesn’t have to be the focus. You can write about anything you like.


This battles specific task is - R.W.



Due - Wednesday Midnight WST

Good Luck TYSON Adonis

[Adonis]

Well, since I can't edit my own post. Ext request even though its no need to approve.

Mad work hours yo. Who had the smart idea to have verses due in the middle of the week when I sleep and work 24/7 the way this league is ran???? That's "Clock work"

[TYSON]

Hmmm

[Adonis]

A real worker. A right winger.
A Tee baller. A blue collar.
Resonably wealthy with a heart of gold.
Empty bill fold but a fridge kept ice cold.
40 ounces of freedom, that miller high life.
An innocent criminal dreaming of sky heights.
Ritualistic and whimsical. Lighting splifs for the principal.
A free man rightfully willed, a hethen but minimal.
A whore monger with war posture.
Leader of the blood cripts that ghost conjure.
Acid trips down memory lane.
Flacid dick but still your girl would insert into her mammory banks.
I live life happily, where strugglings a reality.
Wincing at tragedies, a rotten apple to the core so casually.
A little elbow grease and spit shine to bring the tint to the surface.
Righteously wicked, a block head writen in cursive.
A lively purpose, die happy or live captive.
Ball and chain tactics; ripping, wringing, turning me ashes.
I've built rapport with the wretched.
The fifth blows free if the whore is decrepit.
A soul reaver... A cript keeper.
An angelic demon, Mr. Derek Jeter.
In all honesty though, this is a view in my soul through a monicle.
Doused with rotten words revealing a woeful obsticle.
Ill probably burn in hell, rancid and ripe.
Waiting eternally for the questions I raised tonight.
But...

Am I right or wrong? Live happy and die happily bonged.
But seriously; how many words for the "W" can you fit in one song?