This is a piece I wrote for the RSTL championship against 16 consecutive champion Tali Rodriguez, which I surprisingly LOST by one vote. Enjoy.
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The New York City prison stood tonight quietly
with big men dreaming,
as they fight silently…with nightmares reminding em
of throats they sliced violently.
But a peaceful man sat through the night silently
in his little cell, asking God…
“Why’s the world fighting me?”
Courts gave round to the past,
and they found him at last
His nightmares became real when cops surrounded his ass
Both arms broke when they tackled him to the grass
And his bones snapped into four pieces
cuz he got hit where it cracks
So in light of these acts, and in spite of the casts…
The front page was being held tight in his grasp.
New York Times
Jan 4 2009
KILLER FINALLY CAUGHT
Last night, a big surprise was given to Knicks fans
when police outside gave chase to a sick man
who is suspect of three murders all dropped by six bangs.
He was chased by four cops, a civilian and six fans.
Police had three clues that allowed them to see through
the evidence… continued on page B2
Two months earlier, a man writes a note in his Bronx apartment.
“I find myself awake, depressed, causin
me to lay in bed all night tossin.
Recently my life has suffered such big losses.
And to top it all off…
The Knicks just got KILLED by Boston.
Fuck TV, “entertainment” is useless,
it only reminds me of my childhood abuses.
And that’s why I’m dying tonight.
because there’s nothing to live for eyed in my sight.
I can’t stand life . God, I feel so lifeless.
Please remember me…whoever finds this.
Sincerely, W…”
But a loud noise exploded, and I suddenly sprang.
For the first time in months,
the telephone rang.
“Walter!” cried the voice of a mysterious man.
“Remember me? Don’t you know who I am?”
I knew it was James,
and it was confirmed when I asked.
At last, I was speaking to a friend from the past.
He knows my deadliest secrets, from when I was young and stupid.
But it was cool,
cuz he took part in all the murders too.
I KNEW that James would NEVER play me for a fool.
After the armed robbery, NEVER again would I steal
So I ran away for good…
with James behind the wheel.
B
Pg 2
[continued from front page]…which all along was irrelevant.
The suspect, Walter McMullen, a Bronx resident,
was led to the scene by undercover cop James Michaels
Who claimed to personally know the alleged psycho.
“SLEEP Walter. NOW.”
The guard gave a frown, and Walter
faded down, into a cotton mattress
and he made a sound.
A quiet sob. Life made him sick.
He shouldn’t have gone with James
to see the Knicks.
