Poems for GTA (Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas)
I guess I'm a crazy person, but I write poems based on GTA. Basically in three, it is, in my opinion, the most poetic)My first verse / post, etc., I have already posted on one of the GTA 3 forums. And I'll probably start with him:
Cold, damp, chilly and dirty
Wandering along the avenue, dumb and dangerous,
How many he killed and how many betrayed
He himself has long ceased to count.
City of Vice, City of
Depravity,
Lambadu bullets play along the streets, Whores sell themselves for a pittance -
One cannot hear the soul behind the rustle of money.
City of Vice, City of Depravity -
I myself do not need anything else.
Forever we are connected, my House and Hell
Together now - will not return back.
There is a heated kettle.
Outside the window, the subway is thundering.
There are wet newspapers in the puddles
And it's dark around.
Silently people run to
Sleep in a hurry.
The stars cover the sky
And evil climbs out of the door.
I quietly take out the match
And smoke, inhaling the smoke,
I think that at this hour
I need to fulfill the order.
Lemon, quickly pulling out his
teeth with a pin, pulling out
In a crowd of enemies I throw it.
Then I stuff everyone with lead.
This time
I "laid down" everyone And fulfilled the order on time.
My employer is happy with everything.
He paid me - and he's free!
In choosing whom to serve, I am free.
There are wet newspapers in the puddles.
A little light above the horizon.
A lonely kettle somewhere
Everything has cooled down in it for a long time.
Moon Night, great poetry. Seriously, this is the first time I see a topic that is dedicated to poetry. If we could collect more authors here, you see, and the forum will revive over time :)
Since I'm here and until I forgot the password again.
The ten Aztecs were eating burritos.
One of the burritos was poisonous.
Nine Aztecs were preparing for a siesta.
Eight woke up - one is still.
Eight Aztecs were cut with a machete,
Lost one, then found in a cutlet.
Seven Aztecs went across the border.
Six Aztecs made it to the hospital.
Six Aztecs were catching a cucarachu.
Got one tarantula, not otherwise.
Five Aztecs were playing the ball with their elbows.
The referee will hardly admit everyone to the new match.
Four Aztecs dived into the ocean,
One of them especially liked the shark.
Three Aztecs teased the jaguar.
There was only a couple left for a new rhyme.
Two Aztecs measured their mustaches.
What happened next, guess for yourself.
One of the Aztecs won the duel,
But his server kicked for teamkill.
Freedom town.
(Mary's love song for Claude)
End of the game.
Vertik sinks and does not sink
Slowly floats
Sweetheart loves and does not love The
current plot has already passed
Chorus:
Ah, Freedom town
I
restless, I restless,
Calm me down!
I grew and blossomed
Until seventeen,
A seventeen years old, Drank
Leone my blood In
vain the sky is clear, The
helicopter is still burning, In
vain there are many dear ones,
O Fido, my heart hurts.
Sweetheart will silently let you understand everything, The
heart will rise with fire,
Everything longs and languishes
Everything about him, yes, everything about him.
Freedom town
Restless me,
Restless me,
Success .. (BOOM) !!!
Why are the guys playing pranks in St. Marx?
Why did the triad and the dabloses get so fucked up ...
By the roads where the girls Luigi stand
And cover their faces
And the heart is hot again and again
As if I live without an answer
And a leaf fell from the trees so fell
It fell like me from the branches
I'll go to Chinatown
No one is happy to me
If the Chinese would explain themselves, yes,
but alas, I can't say a word,
After all, I was born so, wounded
And my heart is hot again and again
As if I live without an answer
And a leaf from the trees fell so it fell
like I broke away from the branches