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Gilgamesh's Frat House


Gilgamesh: the frat boy who

Just liked to screw up

Hazing, drinking, vaping,

Partying it up

 

The elected leader,

Of Phi Sigma Pi,

He spent his days fighting,

And blowing through the liquor supply

 

He was one of those guys

That did as he pleased,

Snapping not-so-pretty pictures

And living his days in a blissful ease

 

It was clear he grew up,

With a little too much privilege,

He lived like a king,

The king of our college.

 

The time came around,

For a new group of victims,

Freshman who wanted to survive,

Gilgamesh was ready to kick ‘em

 

Gilgamesh made the newbies

All play a little game,

One only he could win,

One only he knew how to play

 

It was time to begin,

When in came a guy,

As big as Gilgamesh was big,

Towering up into the sky

 

This guy had a grin,

One full of confidence,

A grin that said “I’ll win,”

Challenging Gilgamesh’s dominance

 

The guys caught the ball and they’d run unsure what to do

Gilgamesh tackled each one,

Hard, like a hammer will do

 

There were missing teeth,

There was blood,

There were tears,

There was pain

Until now just the big one remained.

 

He caught the ball and Gilgamesh ran,

Tackling the guy,

And beating him down.

 

But unlike the others,

This guy fought back,

With a strength and a power,

That pushed Gilgamesh aback

 

They fought for hours,

Until finally Gilgamesh won,

But something had changed.

 

Neither were sour,

The two sat and they hugged,

Glad that once and for all,

the fight was all done.

 

From this point forward,

Gilgamesh had a “bro”

This bro was Enkidu,

A gentler man above and below

 

The two were unstoppable,

But that was okay,

They only did good,

Thanks to Enkidu keeping his bro at bay

 

One day Enkidu said to his bro,

“We must go to the frat house,

On the edge of the forest,

There, there is a monster,

Whose lived there since August”

 

So Gilgamesh strapped on his gloves,

And got ready to face,

A demon he knew,

He wasn’t really ready to face

 

The two got to the house

At the edge of the woods,

“That’s him,” went Enkidu,

Pointing to a guy with horse hooves

 

Larger than the two of them,

This guy was a bull.

Enkidu, he worried,

But Gilgamesh assured

 

Gilgamesh lunged and Enkidu punched,

They bit and they swore,

This guy wasn’t going down,

Gilgamesh let out a roar

 

Enkidu grabbed this bull,

And blinded him with the sun,

Gilgamesh knocked him out,

The two knew they’d won.

 

The brothers grabbed the flag hanging

Outside of the house,

And made the long journey

Back to their own frat house

 

The next morning a knock,

Came at their door,

Two police officers and a dean,

The brothers they had come for

 

Evil, they called them,

Disgusting and vile,

An example they’d make,

Of only poor Enkidu in this trial

 

“You'll be okay” said Enkidu,

But that wasn’t enough,

Gilgamesh would miss his bro Enkidu,

Now something else made him feel rough.

 

Enkidu packed up

And left in twelve days,

Leaving Gilgamesh alone,

The poor guy weeped for days

 

Seeing Enkidu,

Now grown up and alone

Gilgamesh wallowed,

Fearing the day he too would be on his own

 

Setting out on a mission,

He’d decided to reclaim his youth,

Hopping bar to bar with a fake ID,

And drinking up booze

 

The elixir of life,

The juice from the gods,

Gilgamesh drank himself dizzy,

Black out drunk in the bars

 

In his deep dreams,

Gilgamesh saw Enkidu,

Living and breathing,

Taking care of his crew

 

Groggy the next morning,

Gilgamesh knew what he was meant to do,

So he ruled over his frat house,

With the kindest of hues

 

He threw away his vape pen,

He threw away his vodka,

His men were his passion,

His whole enchilada

 

Gilgamesh was reborn

To a young man of love,

Casting aside his evils,

And no longer fearing what was up above.

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