Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30771515-20170115014935

I freestyled this poem for quite some time and set it off for a couple of weeks since I couldn't find an ending until now.

Mr. Fisk's Disk

Mr. Fisk is a very peculiar fellow He resides in the middle of nowhere Most of his life has been spent mellow But now he noticed something strange in the air

His persona changed almost entirely That now mean ol' Mr. Fisk He says he's prepared for what is to be Now holding an old scratched up disk

Please don't disturb Mr. Fisk He seems cranky all the time He carries around that ancient disk Which it's contents are sublime

It is said that if he shows you You have no choice but to watch But be prepared, if only you knew The secrets are top notch

You will be shown but all the truths Anything you've ever questioned But don't have pity on all the youth For the truth you will never mention

You are now aware of what will happen To the land which we call home Their advanced weapons are truly zappin' Humankind will surely turn to foam

But if you have watched Fisk's Disk You'll know exactly what to do Even though lives will end brisk You're still free to do what you choose

For you will know where to go A very hidden place Under the sea, where whales blow The portal they use for a secret base

And when the time has come Where humans cease to exist You won't have to share your rum Since they were sent straight to the abyss

But now that you crossed the trench The one known as Mariana's You will notice a quite foreign stench It certainly is not Benihana's

The pebble earth is now long gone You're standing still on water What the hell is going on The temperature seems quite hotter

You are soon approached by someone None other than Mr. Fisk Yet his disguise has been undone His hand still holds the disk

You were among the chosen few He tells the fortunate you Now you see my skin is blue Everyone elses' here is too

You then realize that the thing Whom you used to call Mr. Fisk Is horror beyond literally anything You only recognize his disk

"Join us", Mr. Fisk politely asks We will give you Earth back to control It really isn't a difficult task Mighty powers have been added to your soul

You will control the new populace With these extraordinary gifts The masses will think you're utter bliss For you they'll jump off cliffs

I then told Fisk, "I accept your offer" With a strong sense of pride He then handed me a small gold coffer And I quickly opened it wide

The box's contents were quite supreme I knew I was going to be almighty But it was a lot more than it seems Being chosen to be a deity

Mr. Fisk told the beings that planet Earth I claim I will begin my reign after the supernova Then he added, "wait you still need to pick a name" I said, "hmmmm, either Yahweh or Jehova." 