a tired middle aged man walks through the sewers...
a plump italian plumber...worn thin
sick of everyday life...he is an everyday man...
working his days away...no norm seems to ever break...nothing new to look forward to..
fixing pipes, tightening screws, fixing leaks....it gets old..really old...
days become meaningless...living from paycheck to paycheck
age is quickly coming...nothing ever changed
the tired look of his face...it shows through very clearly...
his arms get weak at the end of the day...
he is like all men are......HE IS VULNERABLE....more and more fragile by the day
but there is always meaning.....always a tiny bit of meaning in life.....
a tiny bit that shines through everything
he pops a giant mushroom....
.............
he who battles giant lizards the size of dinosaurs...
jumps on top of bullets and travels lands never seen by any man...
rides the backs of dinosaurs swallowing enemies....
stomps on owl's faces...epic battles he wins by himself
or by the help of friends and family...luigi, princess peach,yoshi, toad...
the one who destroyed donkey kong after climbing towers to rescue princess peach...
he jumps mountains....travels worlds...travels galaxies...battles flying ships.. smashes turtles
he has seen and done everything there is ever to be see and done...
he throws fire from a flower...collects golden coins out of boxes...
he fights and fights...with his two hands he has helped the world...
fighting through the ghost houses
through the swamps...
through rainbows...
through the stars and galaxies...
through giant castles and caves...there is glory...
he has destroyed the ultimate evil...King Kooper
he has won gold medals through kart races...
the world is in his hands...life has taken him to the extreme....
women adore him...children look up to him
people prize him...HE IS MARIO, the greatest man who ever lived
..............
days go by...it's 9:00 in the morning, another beginning of a cold, sick day of work
the sewers get cold and lonely....there is no space to move...
nobody looks up to a plumber...no one even really cares...
work drags on....days come and go without sunshine...
he pushes forward.....for what? pennies on the dollar
nothing ever changes...he packs his lunch
sleep, eat, work, repeat, sleep, eat, work
day after day...he takes a deep breathe...
looks at his watch, finally it's here...
friday, it's 5:00 pm
a plump italian plumber...worn thin
sick of everyday life...he is an everyday man...
working his days away...no norm seems to ever break...nothing new to look forward to..
fixing pipes, tightening screws, fixing leaks....it gets old..really old...
days become meaningless...living from paycheck to paycheck
age is quickly coming...nothing ever changed
the tired look of his face...it shows through very clearly...
his arms get weak at the end of the day...
he is like all men are......HE IS VULNERABLE....more and more fragile by the day
but there is always meaning.....always a tiny bit of meaning in life.....
a tiny bit that shines through everything
he pops a giant mushroom....
.............
he who battles giant lizards the size of dinosaurs...
jumps on top of bullets and travels lands never seen by any man...
rides the backs of dinosaurs swallowing enemies....
stomps on owl's faces...epic battles he wins by himself
or by the help of friends and family...luigi, princess peach,yoshi, toad...
the one who destroyed donkey kong after climbing towers to rescue princess peach...
he jumps mountains....travels worlds...travels galaxies...battles flying ships.. smashes turtles
he has seen and done everything there is ever to be see and done...
he throws fire from a flower...collects golden coins out of boxes...
he fights and fights...with his two hands he has helped the world...
fighting through the ghost houses
through the swamps...
through rainbows...
through the stars and galaxies...
through giant castles and caves...there is glory...
he has destroyed the ultimate evil...King Kooper
he has won gold medals through kart races...
the world is in his hands...life has taken him to the extreme....
women adore him...children look up to him
people prize him...HE IS MARIO, the greatest man who ever lived
..............
days go by...it's 9:00 in the morning, another beginning of a cold, sick day of work
the sewers get cold and lonely....there is no space to move...
nobody looks up to a plumber...no one even really cares...
work drags on....days come and go without sunshine...
he pushes forward.....for what? pennies on the dollar
nothing ever changes...he packs his lunch
sleep, eat, work, repeat, sleep, eat, work
day after day...he takes a deep breathe...
looks at his watch, finally it's here...
friday, it's 5:00 pm
a plumber climbs from the
cold sewers after a days work....
the green pipes stench a dirty filth-like tar....
the grime, the blackness, the nasty textures of the brutal
sewers....his thick gloves are held tightly...
the old and tired sewer worker in overalls takes his
days off in the a private sanctuary...away from the
norms of our society.....his cold metal tools
weigh him down. they hang on a big harsh leather belt...
...he hasn't seen the friendly sun in days....
the intensity of hard work has him beat....
he hasn't seen his family in a while...he of italian origin...
he is weary and it is hidden beneath his mustache
......
he pops a mushroom......becomes a giant
he takes his days off in a sanctuary
where giant flowers attack him...
he is a hero for his world....
his princess love interest is kidnapped by a giant beast lizard
he who walks in a straight line....the line of his reality....
he tosses fire from a flower and uses it as a weapon....
he dodges giant bullets and bombs by jumping and knocking
bricks with his head...he stomps on the faces of shy guys...
he battles great epic battles on flying ships....
battles greats like donkey kong...
battle after battle...this assassin is the people's choice....
he who stomps on monsters' heads with his feet...
he is mario nintendo......godfather of the nintendo world....
.....
...he goes back into the sewer...
to finish his work...work...work..day after day....same old routine
wearing thin and tired......work to get the bills paid...
he brushes the dirt off his shoulders, takes a deep breath, falls alseep
and wakes up to another day of work in the sewers...
cold sewers after a days work....
the green pipes stench a dirty filth-like tar....
the grime, the blackness, the nasty textures of the brutal
sewers....his thick gloves are held tightly...
the old and tired sewer worker in overalls takes his
days off in the a private sanctuary...away from the
norms of our society.....his cold metal tools
weigh him down. they hang on a big harsh leather belt...
...he hasn't seen the friendly sun in days....
the intensity of hard work has him beat....
he hasn't seen his family in a while...he of italian origin...
he is weary and it is hidden beneath his mustache
......
he pops a mushroom......becomes a giant
he takes his days off in a sanctuary
where giant flowers attack him...
he is a hero for his world....
his princess love interest is kidnapped by a giant beast lizard
he who walks in a straight line....the line of his reality....
he tosses fire from a flower and uses it as a weapon....
he dodges giant bullets and bombs by jumping and knocking
bricks with his head...he stomps on the faces of shy guys...
he battles great epic battles on flying ships....
battles greats like donkey kong...
battle after battle...this assassin is the people's choice....
he who stomps on monsters' heads with his feet...
he is mario nintendo......godfather of the nintendo world....
.....
...he goes back into the sewer...
to finish his work...work...work..day after day....same old routine
wearing thin and tired......work to get the bills paid...
he brushes the dirt off his shoulders, takes a deep breath, falls alseep
and wakes up to another day of work in the sewers...
by eazy-x February 7, 2008