Medieval Grime
When my time machine sent me to the medieval ages I thought I would become a king Instead my 21st century technology betrayed me And a heretic - a mere peasant I became I wed an ugly wench and bore ten uglier children Condemned to live in a hovel of muck with my brood Every day I carry gruel across this accursed weald For my useless cellphone can't Uber eats us food How could this happen - from riches to rags? Why did I choose to travel to the past? How could my life have become even worse? Inventing that machine was my own curse And then one day appearing out behind a gnarled oak tree A raving wizard vomiting on his hands and casting spells toward me My stomach on fire, screaming in pain As if a vengeful wraith now churns in my intestines My bowels burning, I start puking in muffled grunts That conjurerer of cheap tricks has hexed my guts! Kneeling in the filth I watch him run away That sorcerer cackling to himself in childish glee As my hands scoop up the mush back in the buckets I sigh and think about my feudal prison and haggard family How could this happen - from riches to rags? Why did I choose to travel to the past? As I stoop here in my own puke blood and grime I feel as though I've been cursed through time
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
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I feel it growing, building up inside Amassing and warping my bones from within I sense it altering, a change in my biochemistry Forcing a growth in height, weight and skin Bloating horror My self engorged Ever expanding The thickening I know I'm swelling to a size unseen before Immeasurable mass, unweighable being I sense them staring, in awe at my girth All the world's greatest experts unable to bill my stats Bloating horror My self engorged Ever expanding The thickening I've grown beyond The realms of possibility My distended size neverending A constant embiggening Into the stratosphere My goliath body rises My sheer volume Blacking out the sky I have grown to an orbital stature My vastness no longer constrained to this world I sense it ending, the astral limits reached And with a scream I feel my flesh rend and insides unfurl Bloating horror My self engorged Ever expanding The thickening Exploding ichor An eclipse of guts Ozone of gore The thickening
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
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Gathering by the derelict warehouse The drunken mob begin to shuffle in They search for their spots among the foldout chairs Guided by the flickering light above the ring Shackled and collared concession ghouls Wander aimlessly between the restless crowd Following their shouts and their demands They hand out free wet hotdogs, Bristol boards and warm beer Feasting Guzzling Awaiting It’s the Undead Wrestling Federation And then booming out from the PA The announcer calls out the undead wrestlers Billing stats above and beyond reasonableness The crowd stand and start to shout in delight As the lights go dim the entrance music blares Each bursting from the darkness lighted by the pyrotechnics Clad in tassels, wrestling boots and gimmicked leotards The rotting bodies dash into the squared circle Yelling Cheering Calling It’s the Undead Wrestling Federation Screaming Chanting Booing It’s the Undead Wrestling Federation They stumble toward the center of the ring And size each other’s rotting body up Cries of pain and struggle ensue As broken fingers entwine in tests of strength The carrion guest ref rings the rusty bell The jeering crowd watch in restless wild awe As the zombie wrestlers begin to sell Lariats, figure four leglocks and flying closelines Moaning Wailing Shambling It’s the Undead Wrestling Federation Bleeding Amputating Decomposing It’s the Undead Wrestling Federation
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Aug 14, 2026
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