Slamming Ryan Emerald (The Final Assault)

Everyone in the soup chant my name, because I'm bringing another poetic attack. Ryan, you've had your 5 minutes of fame, now I'm breaking your poetic back! So you need to be realistic, read your slam, then read mine. I'm what people call "futuristic," because I'm a poetic Einstein! I told you in a soup mail, when it comes to slamming, there's no competition! P.D. has you under her spell, like she's programming an air=condition! See I know why you stepped to the plate, you were looking for some recognition. So your poetry I'll gladly annihilate, with your mother P.D.'s permission. Why bother to even retaliate after my slam's left you in such a condition? With your poetry you can't intimidate, because you haven't enough ammunition! I hate a poet who thinks they're good when they really could use some practice. If I could, I would beat you silly with a Texas cactus! This isn't right of me, but Ryan you must not have had a clue, That my slam poetry will utterally consume you.... Engulf you in a poetic inferno, and leave you a smoldering heap! What-do-you-know!? It's a T.K.O.! And I've put Ryan to sleep!!!! Note: This is why I don't want to slam with you, No offense, but I have to focus on your idol P.D. So run back to her with your tail between your legs and tell her my filing cabinet is full and ready;)