||still angry, but still
And now, let me take advantage of my own new rules!
Flak, flak, flak, I am being attacked,
by a loser, a little talker, a midget on a soapbox,
Talk, talk, talk, that is all you can do,
I am tired of your talking,
so just fuck off, shut the fuck up,
I am not interested in what you got to say,
I got disgusted with your ugly kind of play,
You got nothing in you to trap my mind,
nothing to catch my brain, nothing of that kind,
no imagery, no poetry, nothing more than things hardcore,
you are nothing more than a condescending arsehole,
I was tried, and now I am tired,
Your stuff has no value to me,
you are a bunch of lies and stupidities,
a liar in a white collar, indentured, enslaved,
This battle does not mean anything, not a thing,
I am sick of you and your leering smile.
Freely inspired by a poem by goodfishgobad, which is here. Note I contacted the original author, I think this is good manner. I wrote the poem as my last post to battlerap, after they beat the shit out of me and I quit disgusted. This is when I realized my main motivation for being in that community was to release pent-up anger that I was not consciously aware of, and decided to quit and take time to heal myself.