A Porno-Graphical Slamming Rebuttal

Seems like I could be on top of the world. I think about poetry like my tongue is pearled. Just the other day I wrote a poem to honor another poet. I spun around in a spin to unfurl to the Soupers whorled. I know they think they’re the bombshell. They are big headed and believe their words cast the spell. They vortex puts us in a whirlpool. They billow swells. Soupers let’s keep it real. The universe zeal. We entertain each other with our thoughts. Poetry is our appeal. We write to regale. Anything else considered is to no avail. I laugh aloud. Soupers the advantage is a tall tale. I am here to share-out. That there is such a thing as an amateur in the house. I know many fill the title of a poet professional. This is where real skills are grandeur and profound. Soupers, the truth expose. A writer’s right shows. Angstrom to a wavelength, the brain thinks and the mind depicts. As a Poetess, here I throw it to the wind; that it is you with the *******. To the Souper who asked for a rebuttal to his slam. __________________________________________________________________| Penned February 18, 2015!