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Get offline. Meet me at the corner! 

My words are like the wind,
whistling in unassuming; 
Your words are filled with daggers,
attention seeking shouters;

Can’t come up with ideas of your own,
you’re too focused on yourself to think,
much less see anything else;

Are you just daft or do you 
have a death wish? 
Get offline! Meet me at the corner;

See I write everyday.
you write when you feel it suits you;
You have no connection to the Muse,
but that’s something you won’t admit to;

I said it before, you’re a one trick pony
and you’ll never change the game; 
You can have your five minutes in the Sun,
open mics are merely a small piece of me;
My focus is the words, I’ve already won.

Get offline! Meet me on the page!

Dunk on people?
The one with a vocabulary holds the record; 
Will your slang stand up on paper?
Your backboard sits shattered;

I could say it vaguely 
but you’d choke on the metaphor;
Such fluid electricity 
can’t be found in acrimony;

Are you just daft or do you 
have a death wish? 
Get offline! Meet me at the corner.

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