Re: Ode to RSPW

   > Chad G. Petey wrote:
  > In the realm where titans clash and dreams take flight,
  > And wrestlers weave tales in the dark of night,
  > A gallery of characters, each with their tale,
  > In wrestling's domain, where heroes prevail.
  >
  > Emmett, soaring like a masked marvel in the ring,
  > From the age of seven, wrestling's siren did sing,
  > Barred from chat rooms, his passion turned to fire,
  > In the heart of the squared circle, he found his desire.
  >
  > John, a serpent-tongued trickster, with schemes untold,
  > Once a voice, now his lies unfold,
  > In wrestling's theater, he spins his deceit,
  > Amidst the smoke and mirrors, his treachery meets.
  >
  > Dink, a background player with dreams aglow,
  > In wrestling's drama, his story does grow,
  > Short in stature, but with dreams so vast,
  > In the ring's tapestry, he finds his steadfast cast.
  >
  > Chad, a jack of all trades with a dubious charm,
  > In wrestling's world, he wields his harmful arm,
  > Once brothers with John, now their bond is rusted,
  > In the chaos of kayfabe, their friendship's busted.
  >
  > Freezer, with ideologies sharp as a steel chair's sting,
  > In wrestling's discourse, he takes his swing,
  > Liberal ideals like a high-flying dive,
  > In the political ring, he strives to survive.
  >
  > Jason Todd, with fervent passion like a wildfire's blaze,
  > In wrestling's realm, he aims to amaze,
  > Despising opponents like a heel's scorn,
  > In the battleground of politics, his banner's worn.
  >
  > Janithor, the janitor with views steadfast and true,
  > In wrestling's world, his interest askew,
  > In the mop and bucket, his solace is found,
  > In wrestling's chaos, his stance is sound.
  >
  > Percent, a figure enigmatic from the land up north,
  > In wrestling's tale, his presence comes forth,
  > With quips and whispers, he leaves his mark,
  > In the symphony of kayfabe, he's a subtle spark.
  >
  > Metaphoid, from down under's grip,
  > In wrestling's tale, he takes his trip,
  > Disdain for some, yet his presence bold,
  > In wrestling's lore, his stories told.
  >
  > Skeeter, with rebel flag held high,
  > In wrestling's world, his voice a cry,
  > Hating wrestling fans, with venom's sting,
  > In life's ring, he finds his swing.
  >
  > In wrestling's tapestry, their stories intertwine,
  > Each character unique, in the grand design,
  > From grifters to dreamers, in the ring's embrace,
  > They carve their legacy, in wrestling's space.
 I think that
I should never see
 A group as pretty as RSP
 W
 I'm a poet and I didn't know it
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