My Iron Fists (Poem 2 of My Kung Fu Shoes)
I’m going to pierce your mind
with my lyrical genius twists
Your head will swell up
by the beat of my Iron fists.
Come, bring on your finest writings
Prove to me you’re something more.
Show me some creative magic
I have never seen before.
“she loves me, she loves me not”
Come now, that’s all you got?
Your muddy words are such a bore
Your nursery rhymes are so outplayed
Your nothing but a copycat whore.
Here now, let me show you how it’s done,
I’ll strike your one good crooked eye
With my supernatural verses
You’ll be left blind, wondering why
And I would reply, I do not follow your ways,
for I have the lyrical punch of my iron fists
And the poetic kick of my kung fu shoes
With which you’ve just been fatally kissed
Since you do not understand,
this poem is written just to entertain,
with your surface thinking minds
you’ll think I’m boastful and vain
it doesn’t matter,
because now you lay there slain.
Read Part 1: My Kung Fu Shoes
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