It's my birthday and I just thought of a poem that would fit nicely at immortal. <br /> <br /> *Before I begin I wish to make this disclaimer * <br /> <br />I do not support, endorse, condone, or seriously intend to cause anyone to purposely distinguish their existence in any way what so ever. Be it duly noted henseforth this day that this disclaimer is to be taken for it's meaning and the following is strictly for entertainment value only. <br />---- <br />Whenever Tiyler Durden came a- <br />round, <br />We people of immortal would spit <br />at him... p; <br />He is annoying and his soul's unsound, <br />Ill-tempered, and kind of a gimp. <br /> <br />And he is never quietly arrayed, <br />And he is never witty when he <br />talks; <br />But still he raises pulses when he <br />says, <br />' hmmm hmm hmmm' hell, he prob'ly sucks <br />when he fucks. <br /> <br />And he is dumb- yes, dumber than Don <br />King, <br />And so very poorly schooled in every <br />class <br />Insane, he thinks that he is every- <br />thing <br />To make us wish for our foot in his <br />ass. <br /> <br />So on he went, over and over all <br />night, <br />All day without ending, wish <br />he was dead; <br />So Tiyler Durden, please get out of <br />sight <br />Go home and put a bullet through <br />your head.<br /><br />Nicholas McDonough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-tiyler-jul-25th-2003/
