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Mayhem Festival Poem I wrote for english class
All right guys, for english class, I have to write 10 different poems of 10 different kinds, so for my narrative poetry,
I decided to write about something I know very well, and that's MAYHEM FEST.
I wrote it using a lot of stuff that's happened at all of the mayhem fests over the years, but most of the stuff is taken from last year (2010) Mayhem. Read it, and let me know what you think. I just wrote it today.
The summer has started to come to a close. Gotta make the most of it while I can.
With every seat filled up by a friend, We all cram into my van.
Mayhem Festival is the highlight of my summer year after year.
It's what I look forward to every summer; thinking of the bands I can't wait to hear.
We pack the cooler full of food and drinks.
This will be the best day ever, we all think.
The van rolls down the highway with music at full blast,
and we stop at Kilt-Man Tylers' house, picking him up last.
A quick call to Mikey, and it's all set in stone.
A few texts to Dayna, Ed, Brad, and Chuck, and we're ready to go.
As the highway widens, so does our excitement of the day,
and we discuss who we can't wait to see play.
Finally, we pull into the DTE parking lot, and we jump out of the van.
The ride was crammed, and now it's time to rock out, man!
Blasting Hatebreed out the speakers, I grab another drink.
We light up the hookah, and I try to calmly think.
The excitement is killing me because I'm finally back, and it's been too long.
Every year, this place feels like home, and I feel like I belong.
Another quick phone call, and I go to find Chuck.
It doesn't take long, which shows that I'm in luck.
After talking with him, I go back to the cooler and ice,
and I talk to the people parked next to us, who are really cool and nice.
I take a few hookah hits and drink five bottles of water,
and I generously hand a drink and sandwich to my neighbor.
Kiltman and I pose for a photo, and then everybody joins in.
Jason and I start moshing in the back, taking me for a spin.
Soon, it's time to get in line. We leave some sandwiches for after the show,
even though we'll still go to McDonalds, we all know.
Getting in line, we're way in the back, as we were too busy having fun.
But I know how to skip ahead, it's easy enough to get done.
Whipping out my phone, I dial Mikeys' phone,
and tell him to put his hand up, and I run up alone.
Running to his place in line, I stand up closer to the front, no problem.
With him is Chuck, and I ask where the others are in this kingdom.
Pointing over across the line, he says they are over that way.
Looking where he's pointing, I follow his gaze.
Woah, it's Wayne Static! No wait, that's just Brad.
With Him is Drew and Dayna, and damn, she doesn't look bad!
They take notice, and I run over to greet
with highfives and hugs, this is really sweet.
Drew is obviously (and hilariously) tanked, but that's okay.
A lot of people like to have it that way.
Posing for more photos, it's no problem.
They will all be up on the forum.
As the day goes on, the senanigans are great.
There is absolutely nothing that can frustrate.
As we meet up with billionaire playboy Jay, the man who knows best,
Me, pumped from Hatebreed, dump Rockstar on my chest.
"What The Hell, Will?" says Ed,
as he pours a can of Cola on my head.
I give Jay a bro hug, still soaking wet,
as he looks annoyed and he wants to jet.
But it's okay, it doesn't matter.
He just ignores it, and doesn't want my head on a platter.
But it's all good around here, we head for the hills.
And when Rob Zombie takes the stage, he fucking KILLS.
After Rob Zombie destroys the stage, this is my thesis:
Korn won't be able to pick up the pieces.
As the night progresses, I overreach my limits.
My arm hurts as I pump my fists.
My head hurts because I banged it and banged it,
But it didn't stop me, and I've got my Zippo lit.
After the show, we're all pumped out of juice.
My neck is stiff, and my arms are loose.
We go to the Mcdonalds, with drunkards abound,
and with good food and fun, it's impossible to frown.
We get home, and the next day, we're all dead.
It feels like my body is filled with lead.
But it's okay, We now count down the days to the next Mayhem Fest.
Out of all the days of the summer, this one is the best.
I decided to write about something I know very well, and that's MAYHEM FEST.
I wrote it using a lot of stuff that's happened at all of the mayhem fests over the years, but most of the stuff is taken from last year (2010) Mayhem. Read it, and let me know what you think. I just wrote it today.
The summer has started to come to a close. Gotta make the most of it while I can.
With every seat filled up by a friend, We all cram into my van.
Mayhem Festival is the highlight of my summer year after year.
It's what I look forward to every summer; thinking of the bands I can't wait to hear.
We pack the cooler full of food and drinks.
This will be the best day ever, we all think.
The van rolls down the highway with music at full blast,
and we stop at Kilt-Man Tylers' house, picking him up last.
A quick call to Mikey, and it's all set in stone.
A few texts to Dayna, Ed, Brad, and Chuck, and we're ready to go.
As the highway widens, so does our excitement of the day,
and we discuss who we can't wait to see play.
Finally, we pull into the DTE parking lot, and we jump out of the van.
The ride was crammed, and now it's time to rock out, man!
Blasting Hatebreed out the speakers, I grab another drink.
We light up the hookah, and I try to calmly think.
The excitement is killing me because I'm finally back, and it's been too long.
Every year, this place feels like home, and I feel like I belong.
Another quick phone call, and I go to find Chuck.
It doesn't take long, which shows that I'm in luck.
After talking with him, I go back to the cooler and ice,
and I talk to the people parked next to us, who are really cool and nice.
I take a few hookah hits and drink five bottles of water,
and I generously hand a drink and sandwich to my neighbor.
Kiltman and I pose for a photo, and then everybody joins in.
Jason and I start moshing in the back, taking me for a spin.
Soon, it's time to get in line. We leave some sandwiches for after the show,
even though we'll still go to McDonalds, we all know.
Getting in line, we're way in the back, as we were too busy having fun.
But I know how to skip ahead, it's easy enough to get done.
Whipping out my phone, I dial Mikeys' phone,
and tell him to put his hand up, and I run up alone.
Running to his place in line, I stand up closer to the front, no problem.
With him is Chuck, and I ask where the others are in this kingdom.
Pointing over across the line, he says they are over that way.
Looking where he's pointing, I follow his gaze.
Woah, it's Wayne Static! No wait, that's just Brad.
With Him is Drew and Dayna, and damn, she doesn't look bad!
They take notice, and I run over to greet
with highfives and hugs, this is really sweet.
Drew is obviously (and hilariously) tanked, but that's okay.
A lot of people like to have it that way.
Posing for more photos, it's no problem.
They will all be up on the forum.
As the day goes on, the senanigans are great.
There is absolutely nothing that can frustrate.
As we meet up with billionaire playboy Jay, the man who knows best,
Me, pumped from Hatebreed, dump Rockstar on my chest.
"What The Hell, Will?" says Ed,
as he pours a can of Cola on my head.
I give Jay a bro hug, still soaking wet,
as he looks annoyed and he wants to jet.
But it's okay, it doesn't matter.
He just ignores it, and doesn't want my head on a platter.
But it's all good around here, we head for the hills.
And when Rob Zombie takes the stage, he fucking KILLS.
After Rob Zombie destroys the stage, this is my thesis:
Korn won't be able to pick up the pieces.
As the night progresses, I overreach my limits.
My arm hurts as I pump my fists.
My head hurts because I banged it and banged it,
But it didn't stop me, and I've got my Zippo lit.
After the show, we're all pumped out of juice.
My neck is stiff, and my arms are loose.
We go to the Mcdonalds, with drunkards abound,
and with good food and fun, it's impossible to frown.
We get home, and the next day, we're all dead.
It feels like my body is filled with lead.
But it's okay, We now count down the days to the next Mayhem Fest.
Out of all the days of the summer, this one is the best.
Comments
I gotta give love to my family. Thanks!
I'm glad SOME people actually read it.
Your English teacher lets you swear and mention drugs though? lol
First off, hookah is not a drug.
And yes, he said it himself, "I do NOT censor."
as he pours a can of Cola on my head.
LOL
My neck is stiff, and my arms are loose.
these two lines concern me...