Poem War Game

The Poem War game
It's a simple game where you reply to the above poster by saying a small poem, it could be any size as long as it's 2 or more lines!
Take this conversation for example

Spoiler:

Well I guess it's started.
What should I rhyme?
The train's departed.
What happened to the time?

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn

nour can you stop these stuiped wars
if not i will rown your face with scars

go away or fly
or steal some one else's identfy

nour is supposed to mean light
but i dont see any of that
you will fall from your first flight
and that is because your fat

i see near your name nine and nine, i dont think thats fine
you just whine and whine , so just get your self some mead or wine

each time you hate on me i eat a fry
doesnt your mouth get dry?

your poem is blind
and your are not kind

will you stop hating on me?
or take an arrow in the knee?

the point is to grow up like a teen
or stay the way you are, a drama queen

girl scream aiiii this poem sucks and so do i
my heart is blue but there is no clue
my eyes are red and you can call me fred
my card is green, its not the bee queen

me is pointless

roses are gay
poems are gayer
stop this crap
go listen t slayer .-.

Bloo your posts make zero sense,
Honestly, I think I'm on the fence,
between hating you and banning you,
'cause all you ever goddamn do is hate on shit,
you're a narcissistic, skyrim-obsessed hypocrite,
In fact you probably don't even get these meanings,
But the gleaning we all get is that I'm taking you for cleaning, WORD.

Spoiler:

Official Warning, do not post in this topic if you are not playing the game. Period. Post deleted

he dude its a game so relax
if that doesnt work try chillax

i like to kill dragons with a battleaxe
all these talkings bout me are just facts

Ha ha, this game is hilarious.
I will knock you all till you're delirious.

When it comes to writing, you all have no game.
Bad grammar, no development, damn you're all lame.

This is how a master does it, see.
I make this my livin', you can't compete with me.

Give up now and save yourself the disgrace.
You can't keep up at my pace.

I am an author, my skill is for real.
You can't beat me, so deal.

So give up, go home.
Shave your head till you're crone dome.

Everyone before and after me cannot cut it, you have no skill.
You wish you can be me, have the talent that can kill.

You're done, it's over.
You have no four leaf clover.

Now get outta here, go on, go.
You can't go toe to toe.

I'm over and out, ya'll can't compete.
I just can't be beat.

You know what jj you ruined the game
you gota admit man thats kinda lame

We know you the pro at these kind of things
Your rhymes are as pro as my pony wings.

but whats the point if this is it.
now this game is kinda sh*t

this game was supposed to have fun rhymes
but because of you its reached already reached its time

Hows it fair when your a top notch writer
your as good as eminem in his song "lighters"

So please man just sit back
let guys like me have a crack

because whats a game with no fun
you nearly ended this game, or has it just begun?

Baku, what are you doing?
You know you can't write, so just get going.

I know I am pro, I don't make mistakes.
You can't compete, this is high risk stakes.

You suck at rhyming.
Bad grammar and bad timing.

"but because of you its reached already reached its time"
Never start a sentence with but, example of bad grammar and timing.

It doesn't even make sense.
It's all wrong, it sounds so dense.

Leave it to the pro because you can't cut it.
Face covered with pimples and zits.

This game is long since dead.
Go on, go to bed.

Like I said before, you can't compete.
I just can't be beat.

C'mon Kro; challenge accepted
Bet you've never seen a human get vetted

for failure by a Fish before
so don't be sore;

when your arse gets kicked so hard
you're out the door
when you're on the floor
and you can take no more

'Cause it happens to everybody,
so don't get egotistical,
stuff like that is fanciful,
unbeatable? intangible.

So while I'm sat here with my bitches
I see you chasin' for riches
But that's about as likely as you findin' a missus
And you know why? Well, it's 'cause you had to go and diss us
So sorry bro; it ain't s*** poet's Christmas

Fish, Fish, Fish, what are you thinking?
Man, your ship is sinking.

You know nothin' about me.
You don't know what I am capable of, see?

I grew up on the streets, that's no joke.
Not like these wannabes that talk the talk, don't want to provoke.

I know what it's like.
These other 'guys' can take a hike.

I had nothing; no talent, no anything.
I turned it around and made it my everything.

I live to prove people wrong.
My heart beats strong.

Yeah, I have a big ego.
But that's me, amigo.

I worked my ass off for my reputation.
I have no need for redemption.

Writing is my life, my passion.
I make my hard work into tomorrows fashion.

Toe to toe, your writing can't compare.
Writing to me is like breathing air.

Most of your writing sucks.
I'm sorry, but you write like ducks.

Quack quack, your posts turn my head.
It drives me insane, I wish I were dead.

Maybe one out of twenty can keep up with me.
It makes me feel like you can't keep up, see?

So come on guys, step it up.
You guys write like you're from Europe.

You either love me or you hate me.
I really don't care which, really.

I know my skill set.
You know you can't take me, I bet.

Come on, challenge me if you dare.
I'll take you down like a bear.

You know you really can't compete.
I've said it before, I just can't be beat.

(crappy poem thing is crappy. Really crappy)

-sigh- JJ, are you even trying?
You better pack up
before we send you crying

Your rhymes are so boring
they leave
everybody snoring

And by the way, your book sucks
Nobody really
gives two f*cks

It's about time you left this place
I really need to find a way to
punch you in the face

If writing to you is like breathing air
Well go get a tic tac
Because you breath out some real crap