dakarai don't seem to like "Dr. Seuss" or my unique way I "slam."
He say's my rhymes are no use, and yet, I ate his "green eggs and ham!"
dakarai thinks his poetry is the best, and he'll gladly tell you soupers so.
I know why he can't "place" in a contest, it's because he basks in his own pathetic
dakarai writes so negatively about the soup, but why on earth does he remain on
To "me" he's nothing but a nincompoop, that I've labled a "poetic parasite!"
dakarai wanted some entertainment and fun, so I smiled, and stepped to the plate.
He wanted "ammo" for his small poetic gun, now his poetry i must assassinate!
dakarai speaking of "jabs and uppercuts," I wonder how long you would last?
I have no doubt I could physically whip your butt, and put you in a body cast!
dakarai I have years experience being a thug, and I've smelled the body from a
You're just a young jitterbug, and instead of killing you, I'm gonna make you commit
dakarai sure I can go jab for poetry jab, slams are so "elementary."
As I murder you in my poetry lab, killing your ancestors is why I'm in the penitentiary!
dakarai is a lonely "nomad," wondering this poetry site, but never quite "seeing."
With my pen and pad, I reached out - via satellite, and destroyed his whole being!
continued in part 2