Mini challenge: Finish This Poem

[Liar]

I have borrowed this really neat little handheld computer, which I started to write a poem on on my train ride to work today. But I only got half way, when the most fit woman in the nothern hemisphere sat down in the seat opposite of mine, and, well, I kind of lost my trail...

If someone can find a continuation and finish of it, I'll think of a suitable reward. Cuz I think it was a pretty good start, and I can't for the life of me find that lost thread. So I thought it might be good for a laugh here. Feel freee to do your worst.



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We're all trilobites
crawling in primordial soup,
mounting eachother
and eating the other,
digging holes in stalactites.

To get just the same,
one step ahead of the game.
Defining predators,
peers and parasites.

But clinging to a name,
a disctiction, a divider.
A stealthfighting stock broker,
a person, prayer, provider.
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#L

 

[WickedEve]

So, a woman had a fit, and you wrote a poem, and now we have another challenge? That makes sense, actually.

 

[Liar]

So, a woman had a fit, and you wrote a poem, and now we have another challenge? That makes sense, actually.

If anybody there had a fit, it was me. Although straight as you now and then admit to be, you would had too. I'm telling you, it was sex appeal squared, she had erogenous zones that started in another country. I'll probably end up writing a poem about her, once my monkey brain stops yapping everytime I think of it.

 

[WickedEve]

If anybody there had a fit, it was me. Although straight as you now and then admit to be, you would had too. I'm telling you, it was sex appeal squared, she had erogenous zones that started in another country. I'll probably end up writing a poem about her, once my monkey brain stops yapping everytime I think of it.

My goodness, I need to fan myself. Well, you simply must write about it.
I read your poem and I don't know if I could add to it. I'm sure someone will, though. I have a hard time writing anything but my own thing.
Something you said has fondled me--in an inspirational way, of course.
Gotta go write it down before I forget.

 

[Liar]

I inspired Eve, I inspired Eve...

 

[Reltne]

. . . she had erogenous zones that started in another country. . .

SAVE that line!

. . . I'll probably end up writing a poem about her, once my monkey brain stops yapping everytime I think of it.

. . . And put it in your poem!

 

[Liar]

SAVE that line!

I'd love to claim it was mine, but I stole it from Douglas Adams, and just gave it a minor tweak.

Dammit, too many cool things have already been said by someone else.

Not saying thati wouldn't use it tho, I have never been scared of blatant allusions in the past.

#L

 

[Reltne]

. . .

Dammit, too many cool things have already been said by someone else.
. . .l
#L

Ain't THAT the truth!

What do you do when a ALL the words have been used?
The combinations and permutations are huge, but not infinite.

 

[champagne1982]

This is where your words dragged me. (I took the liberty and edited a couple of things then added my bit.)

We're all trilobites
crawling in primordial soup,
mounting each other
and eating the other,
digging holes in stalactites.

To get just the same,
one step up on the game.
Defining predators,
peers and parasites.

But clinging to a name,
a distinction, a divider.
A stealthfighting stock broker,
a person, prayer, provider.

Climbing high through evolution
to realize we're still on the bottom -
exoskeleton, lizard brain.
The sharks will eat us, just the same.
No new causes for revolution.

 

[champagne1982]

Damned machine!!

edited double post

 

[Liar]

Me is impressed. Thanks, Carrie.

 

[robynwildchild]

We're all trilobites
crawling in primordial soup,
mounting eachother
and eating the other,
digging holes in stalactites.

To get just the same,
one step ahead of the game.
Defining predators,
peers and parasites.

But clinging to a name,
a disctiction, a divider.
A stealthfighting stock broker,
a person, prayer, provider.
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of each our own we admire
sticking to what we desire
to get higher
to end up atop our empire

the mound of flesh is growing older
and becoming more seductive
it's reluctant
to give up its tasteful pleasures

all souls pressing forward
as the song peaks notes that the composure speaks
of exposure in naked flesh
beauty only the soul can attest.

i like your piece very much... just throwing out what's at the top of my head.. give me what you want as a reward.. lol

 

[Liar]

i like your piece very much... just throwing out what's at the top of my head.. give me what you want as a reward.. lol

Didn't see this before. Very nice ending.

Give you that I want? I want a buck naked PJ Harvey with a guitar in her lap in my bed. If I ever get that, I promise I'll share with you.

#L

 

[thenry]

We're all trilobites
crawling in primordial soup,
mounting eachother
and eating the other,
digging holes in stalactites.

To get just the same,
one step ahead of the game.
Defining predators,
peers and parasites.

But clinging to a name,
a disctiction, a divider.
A stealthfighting stock broker,
a person, prayer, provider.

You may think that
this is the end.
Well it is.

 

[Liar]

hehe. No PJ for you, thenry.