Well, cost-cutting measures are going into effect here at Delzinko's Dead, Inc. so that we can maintain our much bally-hooed solvency. The title here is the first sign of savings; it was scrapped together by our legal department and a four year old who wondered in from the daycare service next door. Since the child is too young to work, we don't have to pay him! Delzinko's Dead, Inc. at work, ladies and gentlemen.
Now, we all know that every corporation wants, besides profit and tax breaks ofcourse: a good image, positive buzz on the streets, and credibility among the people. A good CEO would sell children if it would improve the corporation's image. With this in mind, Delzinko's Dead, Inc. has initiated a plan to spread the joy of art, vastly improving DDI's reputation. In lieu of products or services, we will coast by on our 'good samaritan' status, saving *you*, the consumer, money in the process.
After the astounding results we received from our last contest (here), Delzinko's Dead, Inc. has decided to once again turn to its employees to supply the content for the artistic legacy DDI is leaving for all the children of the human family. Hopefully, we can inspire the people of the world to strive for their dreams! Also, our employees' creations are our property, so royalties of any sort are not a concern.
To give some insight into their literary creations, our employees names and inspirations will be white on black. The beautiful works of art privileged enough to make the cut will be displayed in glorious black on white. Feast your mind!
| There once
was a class I adored The teacher, however, I ignored  Why I did I cannot say His personality a bottle made I sit, almost napping Not hearing the teacher yapping Reality seems nowehere near I ponder why I'm here He often said "We're here to learn "This knowledge you all should earn." No one cared or gave a damn We never wanted to learn again This teacher took what we all desire To learn and gain the knowledge we require But never mind and please don't cry Cause this poem was a big fat lie |
Annabelle Sapulpa Targon "I take a lot of night classes whenever I am not working here at Delzinko's Dead, Inc. and when I heard about how we could write a poem, this poem just popped into my head all done! I had to make it rhyme a little bit because all good poems rhyme, but that was all! I was very happy with it when I wrote it, but then I realized how mean it was and I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings so I wrote about how it was all a lie. That way, if my teacher reads it, he will know I am just kidding and he is a very good teacher, even though he smells funny and he makes a lot of nasty noises like a pig grunting and looking for a banana peel to eat. Anyways, that is my poem. I like it and I hope you do, and I hope you don't mind that it is all a lie." |
| Gregory L. Philipps "This prose piece describes a very bad day I once had. It is a metaphor. The metaphor is about how sometimes we misunderstand the signals that life is giving us. Also, my wife in the story is not a human being. She is a caricature of what every young man believes the perfect woman to be. I wanted my story to be poignant in several manners because I wanted very much to win this contest." |
My Bad Day One day I was having a very bad day. I told all my friends about my bad day on the phone and they told me I was a whiner! That was when I realized that my friends were all stupid and they weren't really even my friends, so my bad day got even worse! Well, I called my family and I told them about how bad my day was and how stupid my friends were, and they also said that I was just a big whiner! They also said that I needed to learn some respect. Man, I was having the worst day of my life! So, I left my apartment and I went to the store and I told strangers about how bad my day had been and about how my friends were stupid and how my family didn't understand me, and that is how I met my wonderful wife. She doesn't talk much, and she always wears the same outfit, but she is a very good listener.
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| Embers of a
dying dusk Amplify the forlorn mind Alive within a dormant husk Dealt a somber hand destine Sorrow dwelt among the shards Death, despair, what more can
be? |
vice-executive Jimmy House "I'm always telling people that then they look at the House and they discount me as a viable friend because I'm not understanding or I'm not sensitive to the needs of other people, they are doing a grave disservice to themselves, to the House, and, ultimately, to the children they have who could have been fathered by the House but are instead the product of some other schmuck's muck. You think it doesn't hurt when people cry because I spent the past half-hour making fun of their shoes and the way their mother dressed them? It makes me feel bad, too, for at least three or four minutes because Jimmy House has empathy. Hell, Jimmy House is empathy. And a stud, to boot." |
| proofreader Jackson Blaine "This is what happens when I get angry. I TCB (take care of business). It doesn't matter if it is your business or my business. I will deal with it." |
I can feel a
hole in my boxers and I wonder how it got there. When you are apathetic things seem okay most of the time but then something happens like a hole in your boxers. Widening with every step you take. Attracting attention with every noise you make. Are those punk kids laughing at me? I'll show them. |
