Slamming M T - a K a - Ms Poe

I'm making this a special affair, so soupers, chant my name. This site is about to witness a poetic warfare, my favorite game! My words will be like bombs over Baghdad, the couplets like an airstrike. With this pen and pad, I'm metamorphosing into something godlike! What? You can't comprehend? Don't understand what I plainly write? I thought you were a genuine friend, but you're just a poetic parasite! I'm gonna slam you till you leave the soup, so you need to "kick rocks." I'm throwing you in a chicken coop, and manifesting into the poetic warlock! So like 50 cents "I'll get the magic stick," so what you think about that? How bout if I sex you like a lunatic, but first shave that hairy pussycat! Better yet, you need to wax, because your hair gives you a helluva odor. Never mind, I'll put anthrax on your tampax, and blow up your stinkin motor! Damn someone throw in the towel, I have this poetess punch drunk! She has this whole site smelling foul, so I need to kill this nasty skunk! Have I embarrassed you yet? Are you tired of my poetic abuse? I'm gonna bend you over and burn you with a cigarette right on your caboose! Every souper knows I'm slam king, no one can touch my rhyming skills. For a souvenir, I'm keeping your g-string - so run naked and head for the hills! I better not see you posting, or I'll degrade each poem you write. Your poems will be like marshmellows roasting, and I'll reach out to you via satelite! *M. T. Now let me show you "God's among men with this pen!" - Can I get a standing ovation for this slam?