Slamming the Super-Duper-Soupers

you want to know a secret when I write a poem and it's perfect i dont share it i bury it deep inside of me where no one else can see i mean its perfect not like this shift it's elegant, poignant, simplistic, bueatful trucking perfect its not erotic but i read it mentally masterbate to it a euphoric chorus straight form thesaurus its just that great im not being egotistical if read, it would become universal a meter tethered in clasical measure a rythmic flow with many metaphoric undertows an iconic harmonic tonic to make you feel like an embryonic hedonic youth im not being napoleonic its an actual truth factually accurate high in heaven it produced a tear in the eye of god who proclaimed not a single flaw not a single flaw and he only saw what i wrote well, because hes god me being me i like to tease allow me to be inclined to share a few lines blow your mind redefine your collective defective perspective realign your ineffective respective connective tisue "all my cows milk is homogenized all my crows are well organized all my sheep like to stare and creep like to stare and creep" but you'll never see the rest of my secret poetry that only exsist inside of me cows will always moo crows will always ka kah sheep will always go baah baah baah and the perfect elagance of my literary inteligence will die with me never being seen qouted, memorised or plagerized as i will say with my last gasp the next line being twice my last all you super-duper-soupers can kiss my *** ok all you super-duper-soupers have been slammed. if you want to slam me back just a few things. make it funny. make it a little nonsensical and definitly make it over the top and if you do slam me back send me a soup mail or leave a comment so i can go read your slam.