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Mostafa Zaki Poem
At 6 AM the alarm clock screams
interrupted from beautiful dreams
A frowning teacher screaming in your face
shouts with anger and says "you're a disgrace"
no free time at home , there is homework to do
teachers inventing new ways to torture you
at the end of the day ,if you learned nothing you're a fool
this is why a school is not cool
BY: Mostafa Zaki
8 line challenge poem
10/10/2011
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The revolution
Everybody has a limit , a time when enough is enough
You must fight for what you believe in ,even when the going gets tough
In the cold 25th in the midst of Jan
Stood every freedom fighting child , lady and man
The tyrannic dictator thought that he would last
He thought he could win this and end the revolution fast
30 years is along time , but everything must come to an end
For your voice you must fight , for your honor you must defend
1 day passed , he thought everyone would leave
But they stayed for day 2 , in that he did not believe
On the third day of the revolt , there came a cavalry attack
Camels , horses and donkeys to push the protestors back
Many lost their lives but their memories lived on
They lost their lives so the tyrants would be gone
They were used as a symbol for inspiration
They were used for hope in times of desperation
The police attacked but did not succeed
The people refused to fall to tyrannical greed
After weeks the system started to crumble
Patriotic chants would make the ground rumble
Until that faithful february day
When everyone listened to what the tyrants man had to say
The tyrant gave up the rebels thought they won
They thought it was over , they thought they were done
But the country got worse the job is not yet complete
The country is devastated and it's economy obsolete
We must continue on the fight to make a better land
We must no let this pass, we must all make a stand
For every martyr who gave their lives
Leaving behind their children and wives
We owe it to them to make their dream come true
To make Egypt better for me and for you
We must work harder than ever to restore our country's pride
We must bring happiness to all who have cried
We must better ourselves and take pride in our nation
To repair all of this devastation
We are all Egyptians we must all unite
We must push on and carry on the fight
So it does not matter what happens to me
We will not stop until Egypt is free
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From dusk till dawn
its like monster con
little witches riding on brooms
dating couples as brides and grooms
they knock on your door expecting a treat
chocolate , butter finger or anything sweet
teenage kids , they tp street
they run at the first sight of heat
werewolves , vampires , goblins and ghouls
the ones who stay at home are truly the fools
The day where candy is free and abound
laughing children are the only sound
haunted houses , darkness and scary
while some little girls choose to dress like a fairy
the sky is the limit , you can be whoever you dream
Frankenstein, Dracula, the wolf man and scream
too much , candy and hyper kids
beer , soda and other liquids
but after dawn all is asleep
no screaming no laughter , not even a peep
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With one glance of her eyes you would turn to stone
her icy glare would chill to the bone
i talk about our Arabic teacher
a vile and very nasty creature
a shot in the head is not enough
for that creature is very tough
i would love to slit her throat with a knife
or maybe cut of her head with a scythe
a sprinkle of cyanide in her morning drink
or throw her in tar and watch her sink
booby trap her chair ,so it would explode
tie her to a car and drag her down the road
put her in a guillotine and chop of her head
stab her with a dagger and watch as she bled
put a bomb in her house and reduce it to ash
cut the brakes on her car so she would hit and crash
drive a stake through her heart and burn her with fire
get her assassinated by soldiers for hire
put a rope around her neck , and push her off a tower
throw acid at her in a hailing shower
maybe silver bullets from a silver gun
dip her in oil and into the sun
but nothing will work from what i have said
because you cant kill something that's already undead
BY: Mostafa Zaki
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Between two Biscuits
a fluffy cloud from heaven
pink and white flavors
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hello bartender , please serve me a shot
for what i have done i wish i forgot
i lied to my parents and went to smoke weed
stole money from a friend , when i was lead by my greed
i mugged little kids , i sent them home with tears
i was under age , and went to drink beers
i vandalized a house,shattered all its glass
then went to its yard and burned all the grass
i went to a party , and forged an ID
i drank tequila,whiskey and scotch but i never felt free
i wanted even more , so i turned to marijuana
i took my sister's cat and fed it to my piranha
i took to much and went to a bar stoned
i met this drunk chick , and there she got boned
i felt so guilty , so i drank so I'd forget
but I'm forced to live and for my sins i felt regret
my family is religious , i always let them down
when I'm looked at by my parents , I'm always met with a frown
so i thought , "do what I want" both ways I'm going to hell
i went to drug dealers , but didn't feel well
i bet on dog fights , i won and made a killing
but it didn't feel right , as the dogs blood was spilling
i drank and smoked weed , both at one time
by this instance , i was at the top of my prime
it was only a matter of time , till i would commit a crime
i really felt like a low life slime
but finally i hit the lowest of the low
as low as any person would go
when i was mugging a kid , his mother attacked
i threw her on the floor , and her head got cracked
the boy waited for her to wake , but she never awoke
for that boy's mom , in front of him she crocked
i ran away and didn't get caught
i should have been locked away and left to rot
i wanted to confess, so that's why I'm here
i feel that my end is coming near
thanks for listening my good man
i will go turn my self in that's my plan
so god help me be a better guy
so there would be no more screaming, and no one would cry
Confessions to a bartender contest
(ps this did not happen , i made it up)
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from dusk till the dawn
fear and candy on the streets
a night to cut loose
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i open my eyes
i hear my sweet tooth's cries
i heard what it had said
so i'm getting out of bed
it craves something that's sweet
the first thing my eyes will meet
it's the cereal they call smorz
sold across a million shores
made from graham crackers and chocolate
no others cereal can topple it
teeny weeny marshmallow bits
has nutritional benefits
i watch as it floats on milk
more glorious than strands of silk
leaves a hazelnut after taste
enjoy it , don't eat in haste
the perfect sweety treat
eaten chilled not with heat
a picture perfection sensation
the best of man's creation
the perfect start to a perfect day
what more about this cereal can i say
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Not as arrogant as wine
Not as subtle as tea
it's suitable when you dine
it is a can of liquid glee
The casual drink for a care-free mind
Mostafa zaki
10/28/2011
Beverage contest
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