Rap-age
by Alphaville Herald on 12/02/08 at 10:41 pm
by Kris Dibou, warrior poet/pirate
In order to escape the naggage
I came here without baggage
The women have no saggage;
I love to watch their waggage,
The major cause of laggage.
Pardon me, my mileage;
My petroleum is high gauge.
Nooby with his push cage,
Dressed in red and light beige;
Probably not of age
To play in SL, the rage
Of internet geeks and garbage
In and out, and silage;
Listen to my braggage-
I’m not really a sage
As you can see on this page.
A funny hat with plumage
Sticks above this sewage.
My music is not new age;
I fight with sword at portage.
I pay weekly moorage,
I wouldn’t eat no porridge;
I ask now to the mage:
Where’s the C in rap?
copyright (c) 2008 – Kris Dibou – used by the gracious permission of the author.
anon1
Feb 13th, 2008
As a furry vore juggalo who is heavily into the hip-hop culture,
Poetic Critic
Feb 13th, 2008
That poetry:
Full of fail,
And faggotry.
Bunny Brickworks
Feb 13th, 2008
*grins* Shame on you for making fun of some good booty-shaken stuff … But good poem anyway.
like_ummm
Feb 13th, 2008
This is the worst poem in the history of man. I challenge anyone to find me a poem that is worse than this one.
Hyperia Ennui
Feb 14th, 2008
You are quite unable to write poetry, my dear. You can barely manage the language. Every nuance escapes you.
This is such an embarrassing spectacle, I would suggest any real poets out there would now never submit to this venue, since it is obviously so critically inept and a godawful publisher of doggerel and drivel.
What a colossal embarrassment. Your literary editor should be fired on the spot, if you even have one — my guess is you do not.