Poetry Slum Contest: Win a Green Day CD!
Shenanigans. This is what you covet.
Diane, I’m holding in my hand a small box of chocolate bunnies used Green Day Shenanigans CD (circa 2002). This is Green Day before the era of American Idiot and 21st Century Breakdown. Early post-modern Green Day. Cubism. This is Green Day in the raw.
And I’m giving it away. For free. It’s contest time in the Abyss once again, although this one is a bit more real than most.
Introducing our first ever Poetry Slam Slum Contest!
So there I was at the trendy #PDX music store and I saw a Green Day CD. Was it already in my collection? Dammit. I couldn’t remember! Thinking I had possibly scored gold, I bought the thing and brought it home.
Curses!
My self-induced misfortune is your gain. You could win this thing!
Rules:
Use the comment section below. Slum some of your original work into the space I’ve thoughtfully provided. It must be “poetry” of some sort. It can rhyme. It can be freeform. It can be a haiku. It can be a sonnet, a bonnet or a ballad. Hell, I’ll even accept limericks if that’s all you got. Wimp.
Anything poetic goes. If you have a poetic license this is the time to take it out for a spin. Shenanigans are on the line!
You must be 18 or older to play. No purchase necessary. I am the Poetry Slum commissioner and my decisions are final. Winner will be determined by any means necessary up to and including Ouija Board. Open to persons in the United States only. Winner must provide a valid shipping address or no CD. The prize is a real physical object that takes up space in the universe and I want it gone. I reserve the right to make up more rules as I see fit.
Entries must be timestamped on this blog before September 1, 2014.
Wax on!
Yesterdays and Yesteryears
Upon reading this post, you might be moved to ask, “Oh God, yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?”
Yes, this is the “Y” post. That means plenty of things like Yeats and YouTube. The latter which, of course, is responsible for one of man’s greatest achievements: The ability to combine sound and video slightly off-track from one another.
Being slightly off-track is a hobby of mine, too. I enjoy taking beautiful things and juxtaposing them jarringly with crudity. It’s what I do.
Why can’t the past just die?
–Christine Daae in Phantom of the Opera
Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks at though they’re here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
–The Beatles
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold.
–William Butler Yeats
I was a young boy that had big plans.
Now I’m just another shitty old man.
I don’t have fun and I hate everything.
The world owes me, so fuck you.
Glory days don’t mean shit to me.
I drank a six pack of apathy.
Life’s a bitch and so am I.
The world owes me, so fuck you.
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals.
I had a young and optimistic point of view.
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals.
I had a young and optimistic point of view.
I’ve decomposed, yet my gut’s getting fat.
Oh my god I’m turning out like my dad.
I’m always rude I’ve got a bad attitude.
The world owes me, so fuck you.
The wife’s a nag and the kid’s fucking up.
I don’t have sex `cause i can’t get it up.
I’m just a grouch sitting on the couch.
The world owes me, so fuck you.
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals.
I had a young and optimistic point of view.
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals.
I had a young and optimistic point of view.
I was a young boy that had big plans.
Now I’m just another shitty old man.
I don’t have fun and I hate everything.
The world owes me, so fuck you.
Glory days don’t mean shit to me.
I drank a six pack of apathy.
Life’s a bitch and so am I.
The world owes me, so fuck you.
The world owes me, so fuck you.
The world owes me, so fuck you.
–Green Day, The Grouch
In closing I present the only known song by Styx to start with the letter “Y.” This is classic Styx circa 1973.
This is my “Y” post in the A-Z Blogger Challenge.
Shouts from the Abyss 
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