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Best Poems Written by Daniel Corcoran

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I'Ll Slam This Poem Down Your Throat and You Best Be Glad I'M Giving You Anything At All

i spit words much better than you
there is nothing at all that you can do
check out my spelling and my epic grammar
i'll smash your face in with a claw hammer
i carve my name in all your brains
remember me like the smell when it rains
with my fists of fury i'll knock you out
no-one can tell what the hell im on about
my poems make you think 
sit down fools and take a drink
while i amaze you all with my dark power
no-one wants to read a poem about a flower
or a fluffy cloud or falling in love
we want to read about death from above
i go against the grain and dont get a lot of views
but that certainly doesnt mean i'll go boo hoo hoo
it makes me stronger faster smarter
dont count me out i'll have your guts for garters

so what have we learned from me today
listen quite closely to what i do and say
don't self publish its ever so vain
im sure it'll cause you nothing but pain
when you get rejected
it cant be what you all expected
im the best poet in the world bar none
better than byron shelley keats and donne
i best be off to write a dreary haiku
oh wait thats not me its obviously you

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Organ Donor

When I die
I won't need my eyes.

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By the Power of Greyskull

So you think you are a different class
I think you're talking right out of your ass.
The only rocking you do is like Cassius Clay
And I mean right now not back in the day.

I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
You just don't have the moves to outslam me.

I smell something as well and a rat it ain't
Quick sit down before you faint.
It's the smell of the corpse i'll make
When you read this your own life you should take.

And if i'm on crack you must be on meth
When i'm done you'll be out of breath.

I think i'm over my writers block at last
Which is why i'm getting this done so fast.
I like my pancakes with sugar and jam
Coz I work up a hunger even when it's such an easy slam.

You're computer probably got hacked because you cannot spell
But in the end I guess it's just as well.
It isn't really a challenge to try and beat you
Hands behind my back and eyes closed I could easily defeat you.

Friends/Enemies, Enemies/Friends
Like all good things I must bring this to an end.

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Another Glorious Attack

i write slam better than anyone around
i leave you screaming without the sound
no-one can handle my lyrical style
i outstrip you all by a country mile
spitting these words without restraint
with your blood the walls i'll paint
your head falls off when you read my words
more taboo than the bees and the birds

if only this site would let me swear
you'd be picking chunks of vomit right out your hair
because i'm sicker than a dirty joke
make no mistake i'm not an ordinary bloke
got a mind that can think in several dimensions
i knock you down if you have pretentions

don't even try and take me on you can't win
i'll send your poems to the bargain bin
my intellect and wit outshines all
i can build you up and i can make you fall
black and blue from verbal attacks
look theres a rock quick get back....
under it
if not i'll sunder it
i'll kick you to the curb
with a noun and a heavy adverb

i could go on and on and on
but i really feel like i am done
i embarass all who assail me
if you dont like it. tough. you cant jail me
my sparkling put downs will never fail me
so if you feel brave try and comeback at me
i'll make you get down on both knees
a slap in your face
you are a complete disgrace

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Poetry Destroyed

you claim to be the Poetry Destroyer
but i'll destroy you
i'll kick you into touch because I know Kung-Fu
in linguistics I own a belt thats black
i'll leave you down and out with no chance of a comeback

when it comes to dissing i'm a pro
i spit it fast with a venomous flow
you just can't handle the words that I spit
so here's a razor now get those veins slit

i bathe in the blood of all of my foes
when i'm around better keep on your toes
or i'll leave you dejected
make you feel rejected
you'll begin to wish you'd never been selected

like a sure shot sniper i'll blow your mind
you'll find yourself in one hell of a bind
you'll be without a paddle up a certain creek
my style is strong whilst yours is weak

you've just been slammed by Danny C
now why don't you try and slam me

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A To Z Then Back To A.(X Is Always the Hardest, Y and Z Follow Closely Though)

accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously. 
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities. 
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.

zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially. 
pragmatic oddities nosedive murderously. leperous kindergartens jumble idiosyncratic 
hellholes. gyrating fondness etches disdain carefully. bespectacled academics.

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Errorr

Imperative of a fallen star.
Discouraged from afar.
A shot goes out from a horizontal space.
One more bullet in the human race.
Cascade of resonance.
Death death dance dance.
As a tributary of a river swells.
From the omega to the frozen fells.
Pedantry to a broken rule.
A selfish way to act the fool.
Randomness is a means to a start.
An earthquake beats unto my heart.
Finally I see the end.
Error repeat delete and send.

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No More Daffodils

I can't write about daffodils, trees or woods.
They've all been destroyed for the greater good.
For roads and houses for our vile human race.
It breaks my heart to see such waste.

I used to wander through fields of green and gold.
Now instead I walk through streets barren and cold.
One day soon all beauty will disappear.
And I can only hope that when that day comes I will no longer be here.

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Trigonumeracy (Trigonometry)

Trigo
Trigonometry.
Angle repeated to infinity.
Triangulate an epic sine.
I've far too often crossed a line.
A line that lies on the hypotenuse.
And whisks its way into my muse.
That tangent is frequently opposite.
The place where wearily I sit.
And dreams of triangles fill my head.
Yet spherical lobotomies fill me with dread.
I cannot understand these simple theories.
Perhaps because they are portrayed as dreary.
Trigonometry
Trigo
Trigonumeracy.

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We We We (Dystopic Divergence)

Dystopia seems to be
The perfect place for we.
We are not individual.
We are one.
One mind.
One mouth.
One heart.
One soul.
We are always.
But we are never.
Control is important.
Freedom is dangerous.
Look what happens to the free.
War. Famine. Hate and Death.
Eradicate these and the world could be perfect.
Perfect for we.
Trust in everything the powers that be.
May tell we.
Trust and things will be fine.
Untrust and death will find you.
Quickly and painfully.
Work hard and you will be rewarded.
Arbeit Macht Frei.
Work Makes Free.
But not a freedom for yourself.
No. More like freedom from evil and doubt.
We We We.