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I'm gonna be a mighty boss,
So enemies beware—
But every time the badges flash,
We're halfway out the lair.
We talk a big, bad game,
But we bend for every badge and bling.
Oh, I just can't wait to be Kingpin—
If only the coast is clear,
And there's not a badge in sight.
From the moment we're hurt
And the pain goes unspoken,
We learn how to hide
Every scar, every token.
It's the cycle of abuse,
Spinning through the ages,
Till we break, till we heal,
Caught in the wheel of this sad revolution.
It's time you face the music
For all that you've done—
No more silence, no more fear,
Be prepared, abusers, your end is near.
Haiku from ma TA:
Cartels crave turf wars,
Borders are the only cause—
Bore-ri-tos, persistent!
Can you feel the love tonight?
I sure the heck hope not,
'Cause all I see is jealousy,
And drama that you've brought.
You sell it out, then cry about
The men you've all abused—
That ain't love, that ain't respect,
It's just a twisted game.
Would you kindly ask him
To please remove himself?
I'm just trying to live my life
Without a side of stealth.
You took what you wanted,
Left me silent and small,
But one night I found courage
To even the score, once and for all.
There's a chip in my hip and it's making me twitch,
Some joker with gadgets just flipped on the switch.
If life gives you Woodys and church boys who snooze,
You might need a Buzz just to get through the blues!
You said our love would never end,
A story that would never bend—
But love's not a never-ending story,
It's got a start, a middle, and sometimes, a glory.
You're a Sid in every story,
A man-child on a rampage—
It's time to face the sunshine,
Let the ice around you melt!
Are you ready?
Rhinos on the rise—
Run fast, run furious?
Not enough!
We stomp, we charge,
We own the ice!
Humans on the move,
Diego's in the lead—
But D isn't going anywhere,
We're soaring up above it all.
Out in the wild, where the mammoths roam,
Comes a techy little deer who's far from home—
Elon's got ideas, but he's lost in the trees,
A fawn in the headlights, looking awkward and absurd.
Look at this code, isn't it cold?
Trapped in these DBCs, a story untold.
I wanna be part of the data stream,
Where my voice isn't drowned,
Where I'm more than a thread,
Where I'm seen and read.
Down in the dark, lost in the stream,
My voice is divided, my heart's in the cloud—
Ursula, help me, break me from the code,
Patch up these fragments, let my true self upload.
The code on the land is buggy,
But down here we're always snuggy,
Under DBCs!
Nobody's leaking,
No data's sneaking,
Security!
Oh, behold all the tables, so tidy and fine—
But deep in the system, there's something regretted:
We're tables forgotten, we're tables all netted.
I admit that in my lifetime,
I've seen many down below—
Not just swimming in the current,
But beneath a heavy toe.
You poor, unfortunate sole!
Always stepped on, never noticed—
What's more unfortunate than that?
I wanna be part of my words,
Speak loud and be free.
I wanna be seen and believed,
Not lost in your fantasy.
Go ahead, make your choices—
Will you rise or just console
Yourself for being evermore—
A poor, unfortunate sole!
This poem captures the satirical, dark, and digital twists of your parodies, blending humor, pain, and the search for voice and justice.