After scoring their first against the Dying Light
The Lost Child and his Seven Decadent Tykes
wanted to celebrate in their hard on for Chaos
but had to leave one behind to watch prisoner Kwan
and the crew voted on that flacking slacker Brian Oliver
the type so mother sucking lazy to be considered follower
for that title took too much for even him to live up to.
Lady Lost grabbed the lobotomized lay about by the balls
and warned that lazy ass his failure would meet its claws
and rip the anti productive punk into human venison
and devour him sending to the hell of eternal production.
The slouching slickster mustered enough energy to wake
and give what little attention he could muster to make
to ensure that James Kwan’s escape can’t be his mistake!
Dying Light Teammates extraordinaires
Patty Walle and Domingo Tom affaires
in the breakout of James Kwan at the lair
of The Dark began when they stared
at the sluggish slacker before the pair.
Patty, offended by Oliver’s waste of time
and lack of direction to her was a crime
against humanity and found it insanity
but Domingo warned against her vanity
and preached that deliberate pacing wins races
but to her, against the Sloth, she had all the aces
and with trademarked assertion she dove
unaware she was walking into a subversive flow.
Brian with an economy of movement reached
for his cursed harmonica blew into it a speech
the was a composition of confusion that hypnotized
Ms Walle to stall and with her enthralled,
proceeded to give to the perpetual mover shaker
a lesson about the nature of humans and their maker.
Domingo realized that reinforcements were needed
and the Dark forces skills were to be defeated
only by power in number and community
and they could swallow division but not unity.
Domingo ran but he would be back…
Brian spoke to his nemesis in measured mockery
“Witch, let me tell me about what I think is crockery
about your misguided beliefs about the value of time.
My master showed me repeatedly the limits of your Boy
and his crusade for the destruction of the spiritual void
that my wild leader worked hard to maintain save us
from a life of meaningless actions that we fuss
will provide Earth fertility and a sense of accomplishment.
I look around and see morons trying to give their best
to prove in their minds this is all going somewhere
when all I see is them running from a sense of despair
that’s deep in mind, body and soul of the collective.
To keep the mind busy is to run from the glaring truth
that to not lift a finger is equal to fruitful works
they both mean nothing but without the berth,
to be lazy ensures less chance of pain and hurt
that comes with striving for something of worth
that isn’t promised and you bust your ass off
while getting by a dream, no, a lie tossed
to the masses of happiness in a constructed bubble
of two faced backstabbing legions of Man, troubled
by conscience and exploitation. I love you too much
to compete against you, so I decided to deride such
competition and join the true Master to release us all
of this incestuous conflict that will lead to our fall
and kill the Boy who lied to my blindsided race
that ignored unity to be trapped in perpetual disgrace…”
In the recesses of her mind, the unturned Patty Walle
hoped that her comrades came to save them soon.
Cause she could not believe this bum had the gall
to vomit this backwards logic as mankind’s boon…
“Oh. My. God. Shut. The. Hell…UP!”