Quick write

Done...

Oh, wait, you didn't see what I just wrote?

Are you serious?

You didn't see the million fractals of these fibonacci phrases I was spitting?

I know you had to hear about how these hands

Committed murder in the highest degree

Of the page

Their blood is thicker that ink

Life splattered on the page

Written eulogies hidden in every letter

My poetry literally has my life on the line

You had to have heard the poem...

It was as beautiful as a summers day...

Nah, thats overplayed

Those metaphors are overlayed

Clogging brains like clogging arteries

They can take the chip and dip because it's over layed

My poems word play can beat the right tempo on anyone's eardrums

How can you not have heard?

Oh, you said I didn't start it yet?

I was just sitting here writing it?

OK, well sit down, because have I got a poem for you...