This is a call out, Luchtaine. You better watch out because I'm like Malkav, I'm insane.

Because I read your poem and it's horrid and short like Owen.

That's right I'm about to go in and rip apart your style see because there's no better poet than me.

You see my smile as I straight up, write this post up and diss you.

My diction will rip your sternum like a vivisection.

And life is beatiful when I smile because I sit here looking at you, in denial, trying to get flow, going Oh no, I've got no style, just floundering like Draven with a nubile.

So smile,
Because I'm about to invade this section,
All your poems about to under go dissection,
So think twice before you write some lame poetry,
Because for sure I'll leave you winded, on your knees.

I'm out.


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Bellum, in the year 612 AD.