A Rap and a Tap

I have aka nicknamed myself super poet, Art-Revealer, Poetic Prince, you must know it. Please, do put some wood on the Fire and then gently stoke it. I am telling you that you will need to keep yourself very, very warm. This is because of my rhymes and techniques and poetic devices which will very much put you to feel very chill. For, when I flaunt them, it will freeze all hearers in total amazement. They are all coming out of me much colder than the coldest of all north-pole Arctic places. Blast, Blasting: These lyrical lines are like a supernova explosion. The Stars in the heavens has previously foretold them. Lyrics coming out of me freer than the freed Neilson Mandela. I have the great ability to high-leap over all writer blocks obstacles. Take note, take note, I am up with the very best of any poetic league or any poetic organization. This a Rap, and a Tap on a Rap I say a Rap, and a Tap then another mighty Tap. Let me humble myself and make no more personal accretions. Yes, God did choose me as His chosen human vessel. Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him! I am a word and Art-Revealer poet, His inspired called servant. This a Rap, and then a mighty Tap. I say a Rap, a Rap and then another mighty Tap. The “Poetic Prince” now signing out. Peace be to all.