Poet War

Dear Poetic War I'm here to inform you to change your name to (War Shoe.) Warlock doesn't even fit you! I have many ways to insult you. I have to play nice, can't you see all them evil eyes! Poetic Warshoe the only talent you poses is the word LOCK! No need to try and crush what you can not see All you are is another loser who can't let me be. You silly jail bird, you sound more like a game of Monopoly Its my turn and I hold your ticket to get out of jail for free. Don't worry Warlock, Board Walk is owned by me. Washing your couplets down with a cup of tea. I laughed so hard your words almost made me pee. Warshoe, why are you jumping on me like a little flea? The only stinger you have belongs to a bumble bee. Poetic thug you are messing with the wrong killer bee Sorry I told you I share my fate with Nate! Go grab some more help from your psychotic mate. Raid I will spray on your strategies you poetic bug. You have no class to be a Warlock. The only thing you master is being a poetic thug. Go back to playing dominoes, cards, and chess. Your poetry smells like potpourri. My demons will hit you with an epic battle of success. Hunting me is the way you want to waste commissary. I will enslave you to worship the grounds my feet caress Challenging me will be the best thing you've had in 5 years. First I will send you this letter with a small request. Look down first before you think you pushed me over the cliff. I own the crown causing massive damage to your quest. You will never dominate my battlegrounds, I will end you in a swiff. Your sword will be conquered in my arena, bringing you down to a rest. I will make you suffer begging for mercy and forgiveness. For trying to step up to the best. Warshoe you already failed my test. In this game you will never beat me at my own contest. Your heart I won't eat I will feed that to my guest. Warshoe its time to rip you out of the shadows where you hide. I will LOCK you in my WAR of hell. Shackling you in a fetal position as we collide. Your fear will spread for everyone to smell. I will end your poetry with no pride. I will post venom in your abyss through out your cell. A poison so rough now bend over and open wide. Warshoe by the time this is over you will bail. And I P.D. will still have you under my spell...... by;P.D.