Acrostic Wars 4

Empathetic eyes has she
User friendly, for to be.
Really though, it’s all a con;
You misbehave and you’ll be gone.
Do not tempt her, she’s so tough
I can attest, also quite rough.
Chat’s her milieu. Don’t be mean,
'Ere you’ll be kicked before you’re seen.

Grandiose of his self worth
As if he were the best on earth;
Looking out for n00bies,
Or some bouncing boobies
Of course we never know what he’ll do next
That said, he won’t be doing it in text.

Innocent one
Many fall for your lies.
Appointed a juror, yet
Goodness run dry.
In forums you prey
Creating havoc all day.
Revenge on your mind
Every step of the way.
And although you succeed
To lie your way through,
One more slip up and it's
Red banhammer for you!

Libidinous fraulein -
After every man in chat;
Denying it afterwards.
You know you do!

Medieval mistress,
I refuse to be a
Notch on your chastity belt.

He's Hein in the forums
Avatar says "King of the hill"
Now who is he kidding
Snapping another boring still.
Worth might be his playground,
Or so he may think.
Real art cannot be taught Hein,
So give up, you stink!

Reedin’, writin’, rithmatic,
Oh, fugg this, who give’s a shizt!
Bad boy,
Child
Hater!
Ubber high, wanna be playah!!
Rollz in,
Clues out!
Hail! What the heck is that about?

G utter-minded
U gly-avatared
T hread
T roller
E very time I post you're THERE
R esponding within
M ere seconds
O bviously you don't have a job
N or do you sleep at all
K icking around Worth 24 hours a day
E vidently
Y ou need to get a life

Roaming the chat room,
Obviously looking for new users,
Badgering them with the same questions:
"Come on, show us a picture of yourself." "What's your Worth name?"
Haphazardly typing,
Unable to spell anything correctly,
Rarely correcting his grammar mistakes.
Completely illegible, he types away, never once asking himself:
How are we supposed to understand what the heck he's even saying?

Grumpy as all get out,
And kinda scared of bugs, but we
Love him anyway,
Of course, all he wants are hugs,
Over all he’s pretty great, and all that kind of stuff,
Time to let the word out: He’s just a big Cream-Puff.

Declaring himself the best writer here
I remember thinking ‘he’s conceited’.
Overly loquacious – his style is clear:
Generally dry and oft repeated.
Each time I go through entries, for to vote
Ninety percent of the time I can tell
Entries that this self proclaimed cynic wrote;
So overwritten that they almost smell.
Entirely tireless he does compose
1 entry after another in text.
9 (Nein) Herr Dio, your style always shows.
3 entries per contest, your dream is next
4 a trifecta. Sixty seven tries;
8 only below five; and still he cries.

Lovely artwork, look at that!
Oh, and he can also write!
Ruler of the Worthy chat ...
Exasperating, worthless sprite!
Man, can you just stop it, please?
Imperious in what you do
Please just let us be at ease
See, we want to win some, too!
Undermine my confidence no more!
May at least in text I get a better score?

Beware of her funky feet.
Every vision gives me the creeps.
Vulgar images in my head,
Icky toes chase me to my bed.
Smoke fills the room, violating my air.
Stay the heck a way from my hair.
Intervention is way past due.
Makes me want to yell,
OH BOO HOO!!!!

Maybe he has a team of illustrators hiding in his basement.
Either that, or he pays someone to do all his work.
Otherwise, how is it possible that he can continue to create winner after winner?
Whatever his method, it's apparently obvious that there's some underhanded sneakiness going on.
Zealous attempts to compete against him are futile.
After all, it's hard to compete against a faction of 50 Japanese animators posing as a single person.

Let me tell you a tale,
Of an entry that scored over 9 in a recent Photoshop contest.
Regrettably, the entry will have to be withdrawn,
Eliminated from the Worth 1000 database;
Many saw the competition, and noticed that several of the competitors were missing.
I believe that the winner had them knocked off,
Purely in an attempt to make his own entry look better.
Since it cannot be proven as such, an investigation will have to be conducted.
Until it is proven, he will simply have to be banished from the Worth ranks;
Mainly because he is just making the rest of us look bad.

Listen, dearie, I know you reasonably well.
Actually, I kind of think you’re pretty swell,
Daring, courageous, and beautiful too,
You are all that, and a friend through and through.

Marvellous entries, you always speak so freely…
I mean all that, Min.
No, no I don’t really.

No really, nikkle, you’re in chat?
I don’t think so, you’re so still.
Keep to yourself, sneaky cat,
Nipping with derisive chill.
Elusive nymph and taunting imp
Ventures hardly to get close
Eavesdropping only, you’re a wimp!
Now, who you are, no one knows.

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(nik, you're the bestest!)

KaPow!
As she leaves chat without notice,
Rarely ever saying goodbye to anyone.
My mind races, wondering what amazing things she is running off to do.
A huge night on the town? Some fantastic social gathering, perhaps?
Leaving to go work on a thesis or some amazing new invention?
I sit and wonder where she is, what she is doing.
Left alone, I ponder these thoughts.
Lamenting her absence, I wonder when she'll return.
Yet it's all too obvious she left us to go play with her sci-fi dolls.

Maybe as i see your entries
Elaborate displays of sheer, raw talent, praises so true
One like me, always awakens and sees
Why the power of illo has been bestowed on you
Zeus, watching us mortals struggle, must have had a really good laugh.
And now, i reach the point of this poem: dear kitty, would you stop showing off?

Many illustrations drawn from your mind.
Even some that bore the blind.
One day you will realise and
Worthians will too.
Z is at the back of the pack
And behind it is you!

Living in this world isn’t easy
Again we
Try, day after day. Finally we find
Unique beauty
Essence of hope
Offer of
Freedom
Spirit of youth.
Then you can see
Intriguing purity
Before your eyes
Enabling the
Real
Touch of
Yielding light

Timeless classic: a nOOb
Hits the link and thinks
‘I have a fan’ or ‘They hate me.’
Silly nOOb,

U just fell for the oldest trick in the book.
Stat trick strikes again!
Everyone has endured this
Rite of passage; more than once.

They say that Tinman can’t feel,

Instilled with oil and unleaded.

Now I don’t say that is so,

Moreover, I know...

Aluminum

Nuts make him lightheaded.

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A Goddess of the text world
Now in my realm you roam
Notice I’m the eternal
Inside the works of Böhme

Taking a chance to
Laugh out loud
Outstandingly
Vivid
Expert of
Slapping people under chatroom
Door

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Comment
wuv you!

Brilliant! I’m simply the best.
Everyone else is so cruddy,
Verification that I’m blest.
I give you my works to study;
Silently in awe you should read.
Sit up and listen hard buddy
I am about to make you plead.
My works are from a secret source,
Only tell if my words you’ll heed.

Beware the killer of Worthland creek, for her hands are now untied.
Expertise: Text, text and text.
Victims: Many, none identified.
I think that I might be the next.
Someday someone will stop her, but I feel it won’t be soon enough.
’S why I’m packing my things, leaving for Venezuela tonight.
I might as well tell her deepest secrets, anyways it will be rough.
More than once it’s happened I’m sure, I know that this time, I’m right!
Oh, what’s this ? A card from bevis…Could it be? KABLOOOM!!!!

Winner of They Said What!?
Even when I read your entry out loud,
I cannot rationalize your honor.
Repeating it while forcing a smile on my face,
Disbelief floods my mind.
Oh, the scores you must have received!
5 is the median vote;
0 would have been my award to you.

Dyscalculia;
I’ve suffered with it all my life,
Otherwise I’d gladly count down.
Get someone else to count down.
Even get my beautiful wife.
No! how can you say such a thing?
Ever tried counting with this thing?
So much for leaping over strife.
Everybody ready?
10
9
37
46
82, BLAST OFF!

Might I ask you a question?
Even a simple one?
Never will I stray from an answer,
Nor will I stop asking you.
Under these circumstances, I will ask you something simple.
For how do you find peace?
Either by comfort, pleasure,
Relaxation or meditation?