I am a lyrical drunken monkey master
My words are much stronger and faster
than your weak metrical crane techniques
Which I can master in just two weeks
My style and form is as open as the sea
For these masterful words flow from my ki
I challenge you to creative writing combat
You think your shallow mind can handle that?
My poetic kung fu shoes
will strike you down with a mental bruise
leaving my rhymes print across your tiny head
still trying to figure out what I said
Before your meaningless death
You will feel my last stanzas dragon breath.
Written in fiery hues over your blank canvas face
will be four simple words, “you are a disgrace.”
So come and battle me with your verses
When we’re done, you will be reciting curses
because you will be feeling verbally abused
by my poetic kung fu shoes.
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Kung Fu creative bro!
Thanks!
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