........... right back at ya

So what is it here that you think you have won,
your rymes are so simple but i'm sure you have fun,
my hats off to you my fellow poetic freind,
you've tried and you failed lol once again.

It was fun while it lasted
thanks guys it was fantastic
but i do know something that hasn't been said,
nah fuck it i'm going to bed.

hahaha g-nite all have fun

gnite lunatic sweet dreams

nighty night lunatic...sleep well


and by the way
you're too shy to ask
so i'll save you this day
lessons are no easy task :P

lmao

I have now eturned from my meal,
to think of my games,
my poets to steal,
for now it is time,
for me to rhyme,
and make all you loosers,
roll over and squeal...

none has won,
this duel of rhyme,
for I do return,
in th nick of time,
you may all bow to me,
th true king of rhyme,
most of mine,rhyme on time,
and so it is with lil' competition,
you all did good,th wusses are missin'
to you that stayed,nerves unfreyed,
thank you for stayin',
I'm glad y'all was just playin',...

this game was fun,
but only a tool,
to sharpen my wit,
on th unfortunate fool
he who got in my way,
he did not stay,
wussed out early on,
now he is gone,
this one is mine,
to find more rhyme,
if any are still there,
to accept this silly dare...

well none more to call this game of th rhyme,
guess it is me,th winner this time,
for if you care to take me on,
better be ready to rhyme right,
this could go on all night...

no more takers of time and rhyme?
looks like I really won this time?
for at th suns rise, more sure to see,
if this duel continues,or is it just me?
by noon th next day,yes you may,
jump in any time to have a silly rhyme,
but if by noon,no others to duel,
sharpen yer wit,with this rhymin fool,
if you can keep with me,
th world will very truely see,
two poets who duel,from wisdom,not tool,
from heart,from th start,'till we part,
will any other poets take part?
this my rhyme is my lost art...

I know you don't want my lousey input
so heres a conjunction it's the word "BUT"
Ontario's a critic..but at least he's unique
like a fart in an elevator..your poetry reichs
and to call out for jimi..when his phone line is dead
is like licking your ass while giving yourself head
some poets aint worth a dime to suck a fart from an ass
but i love these little battles,oh man what a gas
Your trailer is waiting for its trash to move in
thank god for welfare..oh lets just indulge in this sin
but i guess i'll just leave..i know im just a slacker
hope you enjoyed my rhyme ...you funny little cracker



LOL/its all in good fun!

well thanx for chimin' in yours gave me a grin,
I know of "Jimi's plight,
so no he can't join this fight,
but if you wish to duel,
go sharpen yer tool,
I back down from none,
because I write for fun,
come to play on this day,
for today is my birthday,
if you can keep up,
with my fun, you lil' pup,
then take yer best shot,
or was this all you got?

what oh fair writer,no witty reply?
thought you were a poet,
so much better than I?
to say a bit,then split,
is just eat an run,
you puny shit,
you said I am trash,
you said only to bash,
for here I stand tall,
my back not on th wall,
you claim to be from worrior's blood,
thought your words would flood?
no witty reply from you my pup?
take yer tool kit,
back to yer porch now git!
and just grow up,you silly lil pup...

LIL PUP?LOL

Well happy birthday
didnt know they aged shit
You're such the big cheese
in this poetry pit
and i don't back down
from the likes of you mike'
so pull up your diapers you hillbilly dike
think thats it..well no you are wrong
you are about as appealing as a blimp in a thong
but its all for a laugh..you know i must say
i'll believe you're a poet/when liberace goes straight
Did I say liberace..oh no i meant crotcharotti
are you an alto or a tenor-cause the way you blow at this
has you in the center
so back to your tree...to beat off some more
I'm here laughing my ass off..just rolling on the floor


LMFAO....Happy Birthday man/

ha,ha,ha oh witty reply,
really not bad from an inbread guy,
if you think me a fool,
you are just a tool,
and a bigger fool than I,
my tree is for me,
not for you to see,
you can take yer verse,
and make it worse,
or get back and wait,
do not castigate,
my wisdom is my song,
my fool you are wrong,
I write from th heart,
not just hear myself fart,
you may come in,this poetic game,
for I write for fun,
not defending my name,,,

what ?no wit no reply?
thought you were th smart guy?
here I sit and wait,
under my tree ,
you may watch me masterbate,
oh please hear me,
I do this for fun,
don't mind clownin' you,
this duel is mine,
none is crownin you...

A lesson in spelling you fucked over hellion
theres an E at the end of THE
but theres no education when you cut class for masturbation
Heres a word association.....DUH

This battle is endless..we know you can rhyme
so thank you to all and from all F.U Mike

if all you can do is cuss like th sailor,
go back to school,you fool,be a tailor,
your words do not cut
not into my gut,
go be in yer rut,
and cry in yer beer,
write from thE heart,
for mine has no fear,
'tis easy to rhyme,
even for you,
I'll spell it out, loud and true,
you should be glad it's just a game,
for your words are but lame,
to look in yer book,
no hearts will you tame,
you cry like a boy,
for your lil lost toy,
is thE words of th poet,
not just for kilroy?
yet you are th lil'brat pup,
what's th matter,am I hangin' you up?

Thank You "JT" you know we had fun,
come back for more,bring a bigger gun,
you do write good word,this is true,
gotta give credit, where credit is due,
no harm to me, no fowl,
sorry you had to throw in th towel,
later my friend, yer not such th pup,
please stay is school,
it'll help to grow up...

Well I still stand,
am I th KING of this land?
I write from my heart,
not with my dick in my hand,
I care not for critics,
for they know much, not,
they cannot rhyme, nor get me hot,
they only try,to make me cry,
but I'm th better man,and I will not,
this duel is not over,
I will not just roll over,
it is far from done,
and was very much fun,
you are welcome to play,
if you've something smart to say,
so sharpen yer tool,
I'm no bodie's fool,
one thing is true,
and I do know it,
I write my poems from my heart,
I'm a poet,and I know it,
so if you care, to take this dare,
you won't ruffle my hair,
just find your inner poet,
come show us that you know it...

oh lunatic look what you started a duel of words
to pierce the heart
poetry was meant to be a thing of beauty
not a toy or a game to throw like a dart
now i know i may be a cutie
but i must be rude now
just to be heard now
ill use my words like a plow
there is too much competition in this thread
why dont you all just go to bed
its not giving up, let's not lose our heads
just a foregone conclusion
there are no king or queens
we're all just a bunch of losers
playing a losing game
ruined...
lets not call names and be insane
no one is to blame
i came to claim just one poem
i made my point and no one was slain
i wont play again


(then again maybe i will, peace to all)