In creative writing what we hate is biting, so please plan a blog original,
'Cos we'll be watchin all a yo next audios or text, in analogue or digital,
Our battle dogs are visceral, they'll eat you alive before you dared it to bark,
Your starin at sharks who'll devour you and now are you afraid of the dark?
It's barely the start, I dearly depart any fanny planning to dare tear me apart,
It's clearly an art, you can't diss this new canvas, I'm paintin a masterpiece,
I'll take all opponents balls as tokens 'n sprawl 'em straight on da mantelpiece,
I`m Satan the battlebeast, it's fatal if at the least to become my opposition,
Succumbed by top precision all fucks get awestruck and stunned by composition,
Pride and glory fund my pompous vision, I top divisions with ease 'n dominance,
It's bleak 'n ominous, I won Battler of the "year" and I didn't even drop in this,
Some people spotted it, but this evil columnist still deserves his accolade,
'Cos my loud voicin' text has culled cowboys in Texas to perves in Adelaide.
Any feedback appreciated. I want to get back dropping verses again, so I just went with the flow on this one. No story or concept, just a bit 'o rhyming.