Slamming Dakarai Cobb Part 1 of Part 5

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 ego! dakarai writes so negatively about the soup, but why on earth does he remain on this site? 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 homicide. You're just a young jitterbug, and instead of killing you, I'm gonna make you commit suicide! 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