Where Are All the Slammers
Yo, let me down this shot of whiskey before I give these soupers something to talk
about.
I'm begging a poet to challenge me, if their pens stamina can last a 12 round bout!
There was a time on this site, poets came from all around looking to battle.
Some couldn't withstand the fight, while others ran to admin to tattle!
Like some elementary school kid, they said, "Jimmy stole my writing pen!"
Poets remember what I did to their heads and "slamming " they never tried again!
So here I stand on this stage in a rage looking for another poets soul to steal.
Madison released me from my cage, only to discover me shoving her in my
pimpmobile!
Oops I'm not suppose to say a poets name, geez I'm terribly sorry, did not mean to
offend.
Let me metamorphose into a burning flame, and consume her skin for her sin of
being a fake friend!
Whatever happened to the sly fox? I guess that fox was frightened of this latin
snake!
I heard she injected herself with smallpox, then her hubby was slain, and she died
of heartache!
Too bad she cancelled her silly contest, but every souper knows why.
Just know my pen will not rest, till the day you challenge this poetic samurai!
Again, I ask, where are all the "slammers?"
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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