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Slight Inaccuracies

Posted in Sometimes, I Suppose, There's Only One Way To Win, Two Minutes Less a Third on May 14, 2009 by jeereg

“Yeah, I’ve heard the songs,” says the Goat, oblivious to the summit winds.  “I get it.  You tell your story somehow, right?

“Thing is, he’s got it wrong.  He’s some tragic hero, betrayed by a friend turned scoundrel?  Nah.  I’m not daring him to get back up.  I just think he’s got the right to climb again.”

He scratches himself with his horns.  “The truth? I didn’t even mean to push him.  Pure accident.  But you get a moose to listen.  For that matter, what was a moose doing on a mountain to begin with?

“The analogy doesn’t really hold.”

The Goat And The Moose

Posted in Chasing Concordia, Sometimes, I Suppose, There's Only One Way To Win on May 12, 2009 by mbingo

The goat climbed the mountain claiming royalty
He looked across the land at those he deemed inferior
Began his speech demanding loyalty
Slowly revealing his jet black interior

Along came the moose who showed his might and power
Effortless, magnificent, with great technique
No one would deny this was his finest hour
He claimed his rightful spot atop the regal peak

The goat tried to usurp the throne but came up short
The moose was sturdy as a rock, the goat a feather
The goat made a proposal, his last resort
The moose kindly agreed to rule the land together

The goat stood proudly with the moose on the summit
But taking full advantage, pushed him over the edge
The goat began to taunt him saying, “Overcome it!”
“Oh no,” said Moose, “in other ways I’ll get revenge!”

Oh, I See How It Is

Posted in Sometimes, I Suppose, There's Only One Way To Win, Two Minutes Less a Third on May 11, 2009 by jeereg

Something is rumblng through the fridge, clawing at the cold cuts drawer.  Greg flicks on the kitchen light, and Max hisses, his arms filled with food.

“So, what, you’re just gonna come in here and snipe my stuff?” says Greg.

“And insult you.  You spineless wretch.”

Greg leans on the doorframe.  “I get it.  You don’t want to settle this on the Word Challenge court.  That’s cool. You can hang out here, until you find your balls.”

Silence.

“I was also going to do some mudslinging.”

“I’m going back to bed.”

“I brought actual mud.”

“Clean up when you’re done.”

BROKEN PLEDGE

Posted in Chasing Concordia, Sometimes, I Suppose, There's Only One Way To Win on May 11, 2009 by mbingo

CARERE
VERBAL SMARTS
CARERE
CRACKS HEARTS

CARERE
DRINKS JUICES
CARERE
BREAKS TRUCES

OOOOOO OOOOOO
OOOOOO OOOOOO

CARERE (CARERE)
BROKEN PLEDGE (FEEBLE EXCUSE)
CARERE (CARERE)
MODERN BRUTUS (GRUBBY VERMIN)

CARERE