Destroyer Vs James - 3
DESTROYER vs' GARETH # 3
You hit me a bit on the 3rd round
I'm not easy to knock on the ground
Literarily I'm still on my feet
In poetry, there are no side effects
Still your words have no sound
I came out of nowhere, like a threat
Your mind blew a cold sweat
Like a cigarette, I smoked you:-(
I made you sit on your poo
You don't have what it takes for Russian Roulette:-(
I put your file in a shame book
Stuck you in a cell hole, like a crook
My identity I give it a twirl
My only pearls found in a Play Girl
Between my legs, take one last look:-)
Gareth, permission to call a lawyer
Surrender your pen, to the destroyer
Apparently this you did not enjoy
Sentence of community service, WATERBOY!!
Under the supervision, "I am your new employer."
You had your head start
You miss like a blind dart
Now you called the last stop
Unfortunate I'm on top
Vultures devouring sweet flesh,
spit your words out like a fart.
On your second round, cutting you slack.
Are you done with the Anxiety attack:-(
A fountain pen, paper, packed by your Mother.
She threw them out by the gutter.
Mr James, time is up, hit the road, Jack.
The POETRY DESTROYER,
just struck back.
NOTE: (-: fun.:-)
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
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