Poem Day

According to the billion posts on my Facebook feed from Tearaway Magazine, it’s national poetry day or something. Probably in New Zealand. Really, the only reason I’m linking that is because our former SPUFer and ferocious catsnake Dekky (the guy behind the Phlogisticast and some of the Bionicle articles here) is a writer for Tearaway and he’s a damn good writer himself. Oh and he’s a friend. Anyway, I should probably do some poems or something. But I’m lazy and I generally dislike poetry, so I’m finding poems posted on SPUF about TF2 and are posting them here. Small problem… [Continue Reading]

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Medic, Oh Medic, Please Rescue Me

Medic, oh Medic, please rescue me I don’t like it here; I long to be free Medic, oh Medic, will you not save me? Save me from his antics (and misery) Medic, oh Medic, am I forgotten As I’m right next to a heart quite rotten? Medic, oh Medic, I hate it in here His brain is just full of chicken and fear Medic, oh Medic, how he tires me Despite warning, he dies to a sentry Medic, oh Medic, tell him not to taunt When he kills spies whose Dead Ringers they flaunt Medic, oh Medic, will he ever… [Continue Reading]

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