Humble Thunder

All the others row the boat slow while I crank up the motor.... Here we go let's start the show, I'm the show boater. The entrance of the eminent, with ability that's evident. Poo fills your pants as you now know you haven't a chance. I've had it with those who flow with a transparent talent, the thumpy clumpy rhyme and rhythm of an elephant, regardless of their age they should think about retirement, as a skill that's transparent is a skill that they haven't. I'm the standard setter and I lack compassion, my skills unmeasured and better than the competition. Your rhymes are rotten, that's why they're forgotten, you're not the dogs bollocks you're just the dogs bottom. I rhyme with a rhythm representing Great Britain, you rhyme like you've been bitten and are disease ridden. My hyperactive mind will leave you behind, I am not being unkind but simple minds, can't even begin to find the words to bind, people like you often tend to stumble blind over the simple single syllable rhyme. I started writing and I'm unstoppable, it's easy it's natural, you're a hangover fart that lingers like a holocaust chemical. I am the only poetic superhuman that's causing confusion, it's amusing how you need the supervision to point out you're losin'. You need to train your face to look HUMBLE when defeated, if you feed what it needs your brain won't crumble depleated. I'm on a mission to book first place, so when I'm awarded, I must be applauded, stand and clap don't remain seated. You need to accept it and expect it, or quit while you have time to forefeit. You will blunder under the sound of my THUNDER that goes round, but if it's misheard, I've got a box of frost to start biting, but if that's squandered and you carry on like a fighter, I'll strike you with lightning, one way or another you will not win top writer. Respect the perspective that my rhyme is perfected, and to conclude your rhymes are rejected. Not to be rude but your seat's to be ejected, it's not that you're bad it's that I am majestic.