You're wet behind your ears,

they need to be cleaned,

you're completely lacking in years,

you're not old enough

to compete with your peers.

Your words are leaky

sputter out of your sieve

and are not complete -

your thoughts drift all over

pull them back to earth.

I stomp on your ideas

reduce them to mush,

scatter them to the wind,

spear you with my pen

and set you on fire

to ignite your words.

I crumble you

into your written phrases,

roll you up in clouds,

throw you down the abyss.

Your fractured idioms

need to be splinted

before they can climb

back up to the rim,

but you can't negotiate

the hovering summit

just out of your reach.

I take your blood

inhale into my pen

and transfuse some of mine

to give you fighting chance.

As you said in your poem,

you tried to fail

but if you succeed

what will you have done?

When you age,

not too gracefully, I assume,

you can try again

to compete

with your superiors.

For now,

you've lost your battle

but can win your war

when you've grown up

to be all you can be!

Well hello there, Harry

You're looking quite harried

You should be wary

you're about to be buried

Hereʼs the Situation

By my estimation

Harryʼs battle invitation

Was sent with adoration

For my written creations

I write with innovation,

Fascination and dedication

You write with hesitation

Your writes need fumigation

I'll write your motivation

My words are validation

Your words are stagnation

I'll write the illustration

Heed my domination

My words are titillation

Perfect visualization

Earned the admiration

Iʼm the manifestation

of your inspiration

Life sized animation

I find gratification

when I write temptation

Show appreciation

For my illumination

I hear your invocation

Call on my divination

Your indoctrination

Is my stimulation

My infiltration

is your jubilation

Harry likes to think heʼs scary -

He brings no competition

His battle skills are weaksauce -

He has no style or conviction

“The devil is my stepdad”-

Elementary age fiction

BadBabyʼs the O.G

He is walking retribution

The Gravelyʼs are a joke

They're a cheesy substitution

If they all met in real life

It would be a quick devolution

BadBaby versus the Gravely's

Means a Gravely execution

Except Little Regan and Rosemary

Turned out to prostitution

So in conclusion

With no collusion

Shattered your delusion

As my contribution

Brings your dissolution

Covered in contusions

You rhymes breed pollution

Profusion of your confusion

My rhymes breed evolution

The diffusion of occlusion

The infusion of illusion

My rhymes are revolution

Attention all Prosers!

In case you didn't know

DaveK's not yet a man

So he can't be your bro

Falsely claims that his pen

Is thick as Dino Dick

But he holds in his hand

A mere tiny pen prick

Hell, you might as well say

It's an oversized clit

Blasting facials he says?

Ha! There's more ink in my spit!

He thinks he's a poet

'Cause he uses big words

Just a valiant attempt

At polishing up turds

Claims victory to Skull

Assured he's won the crown

Till I whipped out my pen

Blew them both the fuck down!

And as for this Skull guy

Acting like a Prose Pimp

I got news for you man

Like DaveK, your pen's limp

Silly boys never learn

Us girls put you to shame

Skull you lost your manhood

To AGirlHasNoName

Now DaveK's has been slain

By my acid laced ink

With such an ass beating

Think he might need a shrink

I'm sure I hear crying

Awe boys, what's the matter?

Embarrassed that our pens

Spew a much bigger splatter?

Tuck your pen in your pants

Boys, this game you can't win

Now stop your damn whining

And take it on the chin!

You should've read the package

Don't blame us for your stress

See, we purchased ballpoint

Your guys pens came ball-less

I've heard the splurge of

Verse and terms, dripping from,

Pens unlearned,

Vain attempts to take the crown,

But itʼs time for me to take you down.

So brace yourself and stretch a bit,

Cause my pens thicker

Than Dino dick,

I've got a heavy shot of ink to spill,

Blast your face with poetic facials,

Itʼs time for me to reach the top

With this little money shot,

With that I'll start to make my move,

If you're still standing,

Prepare to lose…..

3…

2…

1….

the suffocation of your degradation

will last beyond the generations

and the history of humanity

will reference you as badly beat,

bitchslapped, in half, ink-whipped,

mind-tripped, left for dead

and filled with dread, the time you stepped

to a sharper pen,

my victory isnʼt your penalty,

not done until your family leaves,

from shame of sharing genetic similarities

that bore such public mockery,

but I have mercy for the dirty

and unworthy and you're hurting,

and the hope in you is blurring

into ashes of my burning,

falling down in lines of wrath

on your face, feel the splat,

better wash, tell your mommy,

maybe she will rub your tummy,

maybe she will make it better,

but I doubt she can handle

all the horrors of my letters,

so I leave you in the ditches,

full of stitches saying “what if,”

but you'll say it far too late

after I have sealed your fate.

and when you think itʼs safe

the skull-fuck that I make

will then become your name.

You guys can surely see

That we girls are hard to beat

You think we all just hoes

But not the girls of Prose

We are...

  Intelligent

   Significant

    Magnificent

Prolificent

  Not arrogant

   We represent

     No discontent

We circumvent

  Some dement

   We all consent

     In our ascent

We wont relent

  So don't resent

   And don't lament

     If we prevent

Your bad intent

Sure we agree

   Brought to your knee

We dont need

   No referee

You can plea

   But I decree

No gaurantee

   That you'll go free.

That wraps it up

So, yo, wassup?

If you know you are the best

Why bother to challenge the rest?

There must be some doubt

If you have to strut and shout

Maybe some low self-esteem

You know what I mean?

It is not the size of the piece that makes the difference

It´s the substance the coherence

I know I am good maybe even superior

To poets and fools like you who are clearly inferior

So I will rest my pen and know I have nothing to fear

Because all your swaggering has made it so clear

You have something to prove while I sit quietly here

Your arrogance and sheer vanity this is not a game I play

So I will let you “think” you have won today