Crime City Poetry Wednesdays Week #1

[thesyllable (er)]

It's Poetry Wednesdays for each game's forum.

The best poem wins 100 gold. Honorable mentions wins a lesser amount (determined by me). Winners are selected by me (right before the next week's poem) and are heavily influenced by forum feedback...keep in mind I like the funny and the creative.

These are merely suggested types of poems, but feel free to explore your artistic creativity.

Haiku
Limerick
Acrostic
Sonnet
etc.

Any scores I give are rough/tentative scores and do not determine the winner (but higher scores will usually win)


Here's mine for this week:

There once was a forum Crime City
Where rage ran rampant, no pity
Then gold saved the day
Staff ran the other way
Cents in my pocket just fiddy

Let's hear it! REMEMBER TO ADD YOUR MAFIA CODE TO YOUR POST OR HAVE IT IN YOUR SIG!

-er

[Juaco]

Once Upon A Time In CC

There once was a guy,
His partner just died,
So he started to cry,
He went to his house and ate a pie,

After he left the house he was attacked,
Luckily he didn't get killed but the guy standing next to him got whacked,
His name was Jack,
Jack promised to always have the guy's back,
He was really mad so he swore he would get those mobsters back.

He picked up his gun,
He saw the guys up ahead and started to run,
Those guys were done.

What he didn't realize though was that they had grenades,
Suddenly the hero became very afraid,

They tossed the grenade and in front of him our hero saw a bright light,
Good night.

The End

[G Wiz]

The slave to Karma becomes those who oppose,
COLD is it's grasp, some don't even know.

Fighting for a cause that has not one goal,
It might be a game, but I play it COLD.

The clock is your religion, while I play the demon,
Your good days are lies, because I'm always schemin'.

Never get too comfortable, because our eyes multiply,
the more you fight this war, the more your body dies.

My hands have grown blistered -- worn weary and withered,
But I am my enemy's cleanser, stuck to your sole just like a splinter.

So enter into my place and my knife will not forsake,
When the moon will have bled, and the sun will be dead,
All that will be left is that COLD Karma on your bed.

...sleep tight.

[Juaco]

Where are you er? I want to know what you think of my masterpiece.

[TonySpaghetti]

This was written by Allen Ginsberg but it's a pretty kick ass poem. Rage Against the Machine recorded this put to music on their album Live & Rare. Check it out - it's quite amazing (and somewhat appropriate to this game).

Hadda Be Playin on a Jukebox

It had to be flashin' like the daily double
It had to be playin' on TV
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers

The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots

It had to be said in old ladies' language
It had to be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a
big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth

It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
It had to be screamed in the kitchen
It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting

It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It had to be foghorned into New York harbor
It had to echo onto hard hats
It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms

It had to be written in library books, footnoted
It had to be in the headlines of the Times and Le Monde
It had to be barked on TV
It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors

It had to be played on wire services
It had to be bells ringing
Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas

It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate
mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends,
reported Time magazine

It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba,
Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines

It had to be dope cops in the Mafia
Who sold all their heroin in America

It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together
in cahoots against the commies

It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
A world-wide laundry for organized criminal money

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together
They were bigger than Nixon
And they were bigger than war

It had to be a large room full of murder
It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage
A red hot pen
A scream in the back of the throat

It had to be a kid that can breathe
It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth
It had to be central intelligence, the family, allofthis, the agency Mafia
It had to be organized crime

One big set of gangs working together in cahoots

Hitmen
Murderers everywhere

The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty rich

On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities

Grandmas' bed soft from fathers' resentment

It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo

They wanted junkies
They wanted Attica
They wanted Kent State
They wanted war in Indochina

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI

Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes

It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man

The horses head in a capitalists' bed
The Cuban turf
It rumbles in hitmen
And gang wars across oceans

Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots
manned Egyptian fighter planes

Chiles' red democracy
Bumped off with White House pots and pans

A warning to Mediterranean governments

The secret police have been embraced for decades

The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets
The OGBU and DIA never hit their own
The KGB and the FBI are one mind

Brute force and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money

It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in Indonesia 500000
They had to murder in Indochina 2000000
They had to murder in Czechoslovakia
They had to murder in Chile
They had to murder in Russia

And they had to murder in America

I don't want any points for this. Just wanted to share

[Ramshutu]

Ode to 'all the crap I have in my inventory'

I remember with awe, the first time I saw, a butterfly knife from a fight.
And remember with glee the first rampaging spree, I went on to win more that night.

Now, six months later, my inventory's greater, those same knives are not so sublime.
With a shake of my fists, While checking my lists, I find I've eight thousand and nine.

The nice AUG, six thousand and three, And the rest of the crap that I've farmed.
With a little dev work, I'd spend gold on a perk, For my henchman to be seven armed.

The M4a1, I have ninety one, And shake fists at the mods for the Nerf
When my boxing attire, if I had the desire, Would be found to stretch twice round the earth,

If you give a damn, bout inventory spam, I have one final closing remark,
Lets search the address, and box the whole mess, And then send it to crime city mark.

[thesyllable (er)]

Once Upon A Time In CC

There once was a guy,
His partner just died,
So he started to cry,
He went to his house and ate a pie,

After he left the house he was attacked,
Luckily he didn't get killed but the guy standing next to him got whacked,
His name was Jack,
Jack promised to always have the guy's back,
He was really mad so he swore he would get those mobsters back.

He picked up his gun,
He saw the guys up ahead and started to run,
Those guys were done.

What he didn't realize though was that they had grenades,
Suddenly the hero became very afraid,

They tossed the grenade and in front of him our hero saw a bright light,
Good night.

The End

*Applause* 8.25


The slave to Karma becomes those who oppose,
COLD is it's grasp, some don't even know.

Fighting for a cause that has not one goal,
It might be a game, but I play it COLD.

The clock is your religion, while I play the demon,
Your good days are lies, because I'm always schemin'.

Never get too comfortable, because our eyes multiply,
the more you fight this war, the more your body dies.

My hands have grown blistered -- worn weary and withered,
But I am my enemy's cleanser, stuck to your sole just like a splinter.

So enter into my place and my knife will not forsake,
When the moon will have bled, and the sun will be dead,
All that will be left is that COLD Karma on your bed.

...sleep tight.

Dayam! Straight thuggin' up in here! Love the Clan reppin' .... 9.75


This was written by Allen Ginsberg but it's a pretty kick ass poem. Rage Against the Machine recorded this put to music on their album Live & Rare. Check it out - it's quite amazing (and somewhat appropriate to this game).

Hadda Be Playin on a Jukebox

It had to be flashin' like the daily double
It had to be playin' on TV
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers

The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots

It had to be said in old ladies' language
It had to be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a
big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth

It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
It had to be screamed in the kitchen
It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting

It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It had to be foghorned into New York harbor
It had to echo onto hard hats
It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms

It had to be written in library books, footnoted
It had to be in the headlines of the Times and Le Monde
It had to be barked on TV
It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors

It had to be played on wire services
It had to be bells ringing
Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas

It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate
mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends,
reported Time magazine

It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba,
Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines

It had to be dope cops in the Mafia
Who sold all their heroin in America

It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together
in cahoots against the commies

It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
A world-wide laundry for organized criminal money

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together
They were bigger than Nixon
And they were bigger than war

It had to be a large room full of murder
It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage
A red hot pen
A scream in the back of the throat

It had to be a kid that can breathe
It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth
It had to be central intelligence, the family, allofthis, the agency Mafia
It had to be organized crime

One big set of gangs working together in cahoots

Hitmen
Murderers everywhere

The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty rich

On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities

Grandmas' bed soft from fathers' resentment

It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo

They wanted junkies
They wanted Attica
They wanted Kent State
They wanted war in Indochina

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI

Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes

It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man

The horses head in a capitalists' bed
The Cuban turf
It rumbles in hitmen
And gang wars across oceans

Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots
manned Egyptian fighter planes

Chiles' red democracy
Bumped off with White House pots and pans

A warning to Mediterranean governments

The secret police have been embraced for decades

The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets
The OGBU and DIA never hit their own
The KGB and the FBI are one mind

Brute force and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money

It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in Indonesia 500000
They had to murder in Indochina 2000000
They had to murder in Czechoslovakia
They had to murder in Chile
They had to murder in Russia

And they had to murder in America

I don't want any points for this. Just wanted to share

Very CC-esque! Thanks for the share!


Ode to 'all the crap I have in my inventory'

I remember with awe, the first time I saw, a butterfly knife from a fight.
And remember with glee the first rampaging spree, I went on to win more that night.

Now, six months later, my inventory's greater, those same knives are not so sublime.
With a shake of my fists, While checking my lists, I find I've eight thousand and nine.

The nice AUG, six thousand and three, And the rest of the crap that I've farmed.
With a little dev work, I'd spend gold on a perk, For my henchman to be seven armed.

The M4a1, I have ninety one, And shake fists at the mods for the Nerf
When my boxing attire, if I had the desire, Would be found to stretch twice round the earth,

If you give a damn, bout inventory spam, I have one final closing remark,
Lets search the address, and box the whole mess, And then send it to crime city mark.

I had my headphones on....and I was spittin this to the beat....I should do a podcast where I rap these out loud....lol

9.25

[Deluxe]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Poems are hard,
Bacon!

[Dipstik]

I had my headphones on....and I was spittin this to the beat....I should do a podcast where I rap these out loud....lol

9.25

That was iambic pentameter. Do you rap Shakespeare?

[Ghost818]

I got blood on my shoes
Cause I'm bustin on you foos
Shes got tears in her eyes
Cause she's tired of my lies
On my knees in the light
Prayin with all my might
In the darkness I pray
So I could dodge that last stray

No it's not a song.

[mxz]

Janitors
He lurks in Empire City
Fancies himself pretty
Claims all the knowledge
He never went to college
Do you like apples?
I got your mafia number
How you like them apples?

[dispatch_me]

Gangland

(Ode to all the gangs reppin’ their crew)


A mob, a clan, a gang
One unit just the same
Loyal, fearless, elite
All looking to defeat

Always hunting down a rival
Checking stats, hoping for survival
Strong willed to be the best
Eliminating the weak, sparing the rest

Never backing down from a fight
Protecting their hoods, surviving the night
Living to fight another day
Fighting to live to show the way

Never surrenderring, never giving up
Always striving for that golden cup
To be on top, to always win
Looking through the dust thats settling in the end

Much love and mad respect to you all
The strong will survive,the weak will fall
But when the dust clears and it's all said and done
In the end, there can only be but one




203 209 340

[Burn]

Like that dispatch_me, must be about the Indians right ;)

[Burn]

How about some comedy Limericks?

There was an old Gangster called Prof
He's the leader that always runs off
Deleted most of his mob
Can't cope when we rob
We now hunt him to whack him and scoff

G-Wiz leads a gang called CK
Multi-clicking is his preferred way
He re-installs all the time
Cos he's got plenty time
To win Epics and glitch loot every day

You know that gangster crushing Bones
His junk hood is all that he owns
Try as he might
He just can't win a fight (see he's not very bright)
And the Indians always pelt him with stones

How about that kid named Jo
The one that seems a bit slow
We tell him he's Santa
And it's more than just banter
Cos he really really is Santa we know

Only one crew in this game
Indians you call them by name
They fight hard and fast
And will be there to the last
Cos others are simply too lame

CCM is the man with the hammer
Syllable is the man with the er stammer
They hunt the troll
Is it a guy or a doll
Please just wipe out that spammer

Commander Sean is leading the way
Gathering idiots more and more by the day
Smokes far too much weed
When the more pressing need
Is to weed all of those losers out of CK

Paulio seems a pretty cool guy
So I find myself wondering why
If he'd waited patiently
He might have got a tepee
But he's CK so destined to fry

CK is a gang you might see
If you catch them before they all flee
Tattling is the name of their game
With Indians always getting the blame
They'll now raise a ticket to tattle on me

And one bonus haiku...

Baroness you suck
Eggs out of old dead chickens
Yeah you suck real hard

I fank yoo

[iteachem]

Almost choked on my coffee ... Nice one burn

[Dhusagar]

ode to a cheat

You Hacked
You Attacked
You Lost
RIP

[BOS]

Burn, well done!

[Burn]

For my Indian brothers and sisters...


Noodles the name, hunting the game, killing the lame, getting the blame.
Always the same, victims aflame.

Indian boss, never a loss, grenades to toss, show em who's boss.
You better not cross the Indian boss.

CK the name, dieing of shame, putting the blame on us in the game.
Always the same, invariably lame.

CK freak, recruit the weak, beat only the meek. All weak, so weak.
You reek of weak, of sneak, of geek. Don't speak.

It's over, it's done, the Indians won.
You lose, you lost. It's done.


http://data.whicdn.com/images/24360383/indian-headdress1_large.jpg

[Dr BoneCrusher]

Nice skills Burn or you using one of those poetry Apps?

[Burn]

Read my signature chickenhead ;)

[Dr BoneCrusher]

Sorry Burn, I must keep up. You change you Sig almost as much as you change Crusades.

[Jian Carlo]

Remember the time, not so long ago,
When you logged into the forum and always got a cheerful "hello",
The information we had, was there to share,
Because there was good people who helped others and seemed to care.

We had Syn and Tramp Stamp, they knew it all,
Nicholost, Bruiser and Counter Sniper, they all stood tall,
There was Ram and Madhatter, who both had their say,
And made us all laugh in their 'strange sense of humour' way.

Now Twinkle and Amber, we don't see everyday,
Would appear they have left us and gone a different way,
And reading some walls, it would appear,
That Swifty has gone now and will no longer be here.

All these good people seem to have gone,
Now we have Popes and Baronesses, where did we go wrong,
Trolls and new gangs, to mention a few,
Santa, cheaters and hackers, what are we to do.

I have come to an end now, there's no more to say,
Other than perhaps we can all work together, the old fashioned way,
Be friendly to your foes and help when you can,
Stop cheating and trolling, stand up like a man.

[Burn]

Nice work Jian Carlo

[Dhusagar]

Nice work Jian Carlo

Seconded by me.

[Auxilium]

Roses are red
My name's Dave
This poem makes no sense
Microwave

Not from myself, but had to laugh the first time i saw it (picture of a tattoo with this tect was included).

Edit*
Jian Carlo yours is awesome

[thesyllable (er)]

That was iambic pentameter. Do you rap Shakespeare?

lol.....it works....I should really record it so you know how it sounds...


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Poems are hard,
Bacon!

Bacon multiplier engaged! 6.25


I got blood on my shoes
Cause I'm bustin on you foos
Shes got tears in her eyes
Cause she's tired of my lies
On my knees in the light
Prayin with all my might
In the darkness I pray
So I could dodge that last stray

No it's not a song.

bringin' it! 8.5


Janitors
He lurks in Empire City
Fancies himself pretty
Claims all the knowledge
He never went to college
Do you like apples?
I got your mafia number
How you like them apples?

lolz...Matt Damon multiplier! 8.25


Gangland

(Ode to all the gangs reppin’ their crew)


A mob, a clan, a gang
One unit just the same
Loyal, fearless, elite
All looking to defeat

Always hunting down a rival
Checking stats, hoping for survival
Strong willed to be the best
Eliminating the weak, sparing the rest

Never backing down from a fight
Protecting their hoods, surviving the night
Living to fight another day
Fighting to live to show the way

Never surrenderring, never giving up
Always striving for that golden cup
To be on top, to always win
Looking through the dust thats settling in the end

Much love and mad respect to you all
The strong will survive,the weak will fall
But when the dust clears and it's all said and done
In the end, there can only be but one




203 209 340

woooo! 7.75


How about some comedy Limericks?

There was an old Gangster called Prof
He's the leader that always runs off
Deleted most of his mob
Can't cope when we rob
We now hunt him to whack him and scoff

G-Wiz leads a gang called CK
Multi-clicking is his preferred way
He re-installs all the time
Cos he's got plenty time
To win Epics and glitch loot every day

You know that gangster crushing Bones
His junk hood is all that he owns
Try as he might
He just can't win a fight (see he's not very bright)
And the Indians always pelt him with stones

How about that kid named Jo
The one that seems a bit slow
We tell him he's Santa
And it's more than just banter
Cos he really really is Santa we know

Only one crew in this game
Indians you call them by name
They fight hard and fast
And will be there to the last
Cos others are simply too lame

CCM is the man with the hammer
Syllable is the man with the er stammer
They hunt the troll
Is it a guy or a doll
Please just wipe out that spammer

Commander Sean is leading the way
Gathering idiots more and more by the day
Smokes far too much weed
When the more pressing need
Is to weed all of those losers out of CK

Paulio seems a pretty cool guy
So I find myself wondering why
If he'd waited patiently
He might have got a tepee
But he's CK so destined to fry

CK is a gang you might see
If you catch them before they all flee
Tattling is the name of their game
With Indians always getting the blame
They'll now raise a ticket to tattle on me

And one bonus haiku...

Baroness you suck
Eggs out of old dead chickens
Yeah you suck real hard

I fank yoo

nice! 8.0


ode to a cheat

You Hacked
You Attacked
You Lost
RIP

Like it! 7.0


For my Indian brothers and sisters...


Noodles the name, hunting the game, killing the lame, getting the blame.
Always the same, victims aflame.

Indian boss, never a loss, grenades to toss, show em who's boss.
You better not cross the Indian boss.

CK the name, dieing of shame, putting the blame on us in the game.
Always the same, invariably lame.

CK freak, recruit the weak, beat only the meek. All weak, so weak.
You reek of weak, of sneak, of geek. Don't speak.

It's over, it's done, the Indians won.
You lose, you lost. It's done.


http://data.whicdn.com/images/24360383/indian-headdress1_large.jpg

Crime City brings this out in people huh? 7.75


Nice skills Burn or you using one of those poetry Apps?

lol...they have those?


Remember the time, not so long ago,
When you logged into the forum and always got a cheerful "hello",
The information we had, was there to share,
Because there was good people who helped others and seemed to care.

We had Syn and Tramp Stamp, they knew it all,
Nicholost, Bruiser and Counter Sniper, they all stood tall,
There was Ram and Madhatter, who both had their say,
And made us all laugh in their 'strange sense of humour' way.

Now Twinkle and Amber, we don't see everyday,
Would appear they have left us and gone a different way,
And reading some walls, it would appear,
That Swifty has gone now and will no longer be here.

All these good people seem to have gone,
Now we have Popes and Baronesses, where did we go wrong,
Trolls and new gangs, to mention a few,
Santa, cheaters and hackers, what are we to do.

I have come to an end now, there's no more to say,
Other than perhaps we can all work together, the old fashioned way,
Be friendly to your foes and help when you can,
Stop cheating and trolling, stand up like a man.

Heartfelt and pretty true from what I see....9.25


Roses are red
My name's Dave
This poem makes no sense
Microwave

Not from myself, but had to laugh the first time i saw it (picture of a tattoo with this tect was included).

Edit*
Jian Carlo yours is awesome

participation points....6.25

[bigflan]

CRIME CITY POEM

Cars, trucks, planes*
R8 and funky trains*
I own none which is lame*
May I rid of my shame*
Er I want to make a claim*

Cash, respect and gold*
I need more I'm running low*
The Er where is my 100 gold*
You won't give it that's a low blow*

Also if you look side ways it spells Crime City

[Ragmondino]

Can someone go on Bodas wall, he wrote a limerick to ck vader which cracked me up

[Ragmondino]

I haven't been on there but I think it went something like;
There once was a player named vader
Who thought he was a crime city player
He bought lots of gold
He joined a gang called cold
Vader sucks

It might if been a bit different but I haven't been on there to have a look

[Johnny70]

there once was a man from Nantuckett, no wait that one wont work here... hmmmm ode to this contest: roses are red violets are blue, I never win this crap so go **** yourself.... wait that dont ryme, let me try again.... there once was a guy they called payam, now this guy could really go play em. he would hit us each day, and then in his way, he'd load all our walls with his wit. now we fought hard, with this freekin tard, and finally he up and quit. So now the games lame and ck's to blame cause thier all just widgets and twits!


227-039-439

[OZTHEMAN]

If you don't get up and increase your attack,
someone will come and give you a smack..
You might not think this hurts you for real,
But when finances go, it's your inside you feel..

Strengthen your defence and don't look weak,
We are the the Mafia and we are not meek..
Life is what you make it, so don't forsake it..
Its your job to make the big hit..

We will assist you along the way,
but that doesn't mean we make your in play..
Tough decisions made by you,
Guns, knives weapons chosen by you..

Big rewards you will reap, but there will be pain,
and your pride will take a stain!!
Make friends who will join your Mafia,and take them to slay,
Are you going to run away or you here for the pay??

[ThugLife]

A Confession of a Noob

I am a noob that gets mad at the news
I once saw red lines that would soon infuriate me
So I traveled to his hood and found another fellow noob calling for a bruise
Revenge sounded so sweet, but his stats were much higher than mine; I see
I looked up and down and was amazed by the collections I saw
How was I suppose to rob this monster before me?
It’s only noob versus noob, but with a “black widow” on me.
As I left for home I smiled to myself, 7 mill made easy; not bad for a noobie

[HenryVIII]

So far I've been neutral, just playing the game.
But I read these threads, and its all the same.
"I've been banned for that, I've been banned for this,"
But I keep popping up like the seven year itch.
"My real name is X, my other name is Y,"
Just keep it real, give that a try.
Now troll along you uber geek,
Cuz in real life you won't last a week.
In my closing remarks I want to say
Quit being a douche! To all that may!

[thesyllable (er)]

CRIME CITY POEM

Cars, trucks, planes*
R8 and funky trains*
I own none which is lame*
May I rid of my shame*
Er I want to make a claim*

Cash, respect and gold*
I need more I'm running low*
The Er where is my 100 gold*
You won't give it that's a low blow*

Also if you look side ways it spells Crime City

Acrostic for the win; points for the format....8.0


I haven't been on there but I think it went something like;
There once was a player named vader
Who thought he was a crime city player
He bought lots of gold
He joined a gang called cold
Vader sucks

It might if been a bit different but I haven't been on there to have a look

Gang warfare is a big thing in CC huh? :) 7.5


there once was a man from Nantuckett, no wait that one wont work here... hmmmm ode to this contest: roses are red violets are blue, I never win this crap so go **** yourself.... wait that dont ryme, let me try again.... there once was a guy they called payam, now this guy could really go play em. he would hit us each day, and then in his way, he'd load all our walls with his wit. now we fought hard, with this freekin tard, and finally he up and quit. So now the games lame and ck's to blame cause thier all just widgets and twits!


227-039-439

6.5


If you don't get up and increase your attack,
someone will come and give you a smack..
You might not think this hurts you for real,
But when finances go, it's your inside you feel..

Strengthen your defence and don't look weak,
We are the the Mafia and we are not meek..
Life is what you make it, so don't forsake it..
Its your job to make the big hit..

We will assist you along the way,
but that doesn't mean we make your in play..
Tough decisions made by you,
Guns, knives weapons chosen by you..

Big rewards you will reap, but there will be pain,
and your pride will take a stain!!
Make friends who will join your Mafia,and take them to slay,
Are you going to run away or you here for the pay??





Solid...8.0


A Confession of a Noob

I am a noob that gets mad at the news
I once saw red lines that would soon infuriate me
So I traveled to his hood and found another fellow noob calling for a bruise
Revenge sounded so sweet, but his stats were much higher than mine; I see
I looked up and down and was amazed by the collections I saw
How was I suppose to rob this monster before me?
It’s only noob versus noob, but with a “black widow” on me.
As I left for home I smiled to myself, 7 mill made easy; not bad for a noobie

Cool story....7.5


So far I've been neutral, just playing the game.
But I read these threads, and its all the same.
"I've been banned for that, I've been banned for this,"
But I keep popping up like the seven year itch.
"My real name is X, my other name is Y,"
Just keep it real, give that a try.
Now troll along you uber geek,
Cuz in real life you won't last a week.
In my closing remarks I want to say
Quit being a douche! To all that may!

So fitting this week huh? 8.25

[thesyllable (er)]

Ode to 'all the crap I have in my inventory'

I remember with awe, the first time I saw, a butterfly knife from a fight.
And remember with glee the first rampaging spree, I went on to win more that night.

Now, six months later, my inventory's greater, those same knives are not so sublime.
With a shake of my fists, While checking my lists, I find I've eight thousand and nine.

The nice AUG, six thousand and three, And the rest of the crap that I've farmed.
With a little dev work, I'd spend gold on a perk, For my henchman to be seven armed.

The M4a1, I have ninety one, And shake fists at the mods for the Nerf
When my boxing attire, if I had the desire, Would be found to stretch twice round the earth,

If you give a damn, bout inventory spam, I have one final closing remark,
Lets search the address, and box the whole mess, And then send it to crime city mark.

Winner...100g


The slave to Karma becomes those who oppose,
COLD is it's grasp, some don't even know.

Fighting for a cause that has not one goal,
It might be a game, but I play it COLD.

The clock is your religion, while I play the demon,
Your good days are lies, because I'm always schemin'.

Never get too comfortable, because our eyes multiply,
the more you fight this war, the more your body dies.

My hands have grown blistered -- worn weary and withered,
But I am my enemy's cleanser, stuck to your sole just like a splinter.

So enter into my place and my knife will not forsake,
When the moon will have bled, and the sun will be dead,
All that will be left is that COLD Karma on your bed.

...sleep tight.

Winner....100g...PM me your FC