So in eighth grade

We had to write a poem using only newspaper clips

And I found mine

Well, the words for it.





Let's make this

the fight

to remember

towering power

happily never after

rising above

we have a secret weapon

true grit to the end


the power to rule


start to finish!

us against the rival

bombs away

here's to the pursuit of:

nothing less than first


most epic competition

defeat your foe

escape impossible

for the record

you were only pretending to be perfect

-ever stand where lightning just struck?