#Poetry

Anyone can criticise and judge, not anyone can outdo.

I wish to showcase how I would have done Pro's Round 1. This isn't about an ego trip, it's about showing that I am not just degrading and criticising without knowing what could be done instead, lacking the flaws.

Learn. Improve.

I just want you to know, you're already dead,

No, I know you died already but I've written what you've said,

You're a zombie on a clock, and if you're not yet filled with dread, let me clarify, this entire rap battle is a path my writing led,

You can talk about your grandiose suicide plans, text me while in bed,

I'll listen and seduce you, write a text back in my death note as you wait desperate, left on read.

You think you're a mastermind or something,

You're a narcissistic sociopath, I'm your psychopath cousin,

Trust me, fuck off with the fronting,

You're just bitter, angry, longing for the day your revenge cures you of your perpetual state of wanting,

I kill to rid the world of evil, free demons from haunting,

You kill children just to prove a point, left on read there's no responding.

You're jealous of the royalty so you take it on yourself to be a hitman,

"My peasant family's poor so spoil me!" you shriek, little hitboy, just a kid, damn,

I guess you had a point killing youngsters, round your neck I've gripped with athletic hands,

I play tennis, run and more, you're just a chess nerd, skinny stickman.

One's gotta wonder what pace Supa's doing shit round here,

Campaign on the brain, down a vein seen before like dark striped wood called veneer,

We can only state where we stand so long before we fall,

This election period's growing 7 foot 6 inches far from short but not the cute kinda tall,

People wanna vote, is it happening at all?

Is the history section getting made? What's an untouched spade to a club with music banging wall-to-wall?

Maybe I should stop asking questions never getting answered, hung-up Mike's gone white noise every call,

I'm running to be president on a site that's small and dying; king rat in the gutter with mould blossoming as the wilted fall.

This aint a campaign thread, 'cause the campaign's dead and the plan's lost its heartbeat as the ground of every well-laid plan's stained red,

Where's the passion and the effort? What the hell is going on here, can't a starving site's userbase stay fed?

Too long I put in work for rejection, too long you hoped this would grow, investing time and effort for recessions,

Frankly if it wasn't for the nerds taking it way too serious, this site'd be dead like an oudated expression and that's me being nice instead of saying a metaphor linked to birth or stillborn c-sections,

I wish this could be a lively site that's thriving,

type of site you say 'hey friends in an argument hold it on here, let's dive in',

But it's a slow site that's ebbing away without erosion protection,

Whoever you vote in any given election,

We're on a road of perpetually waiting for a long-lost myth of dot-org perfection.

I wonder when they'll end the ridicule, it's pitiful,

Understand my presence here's a miracle,

Imagine the site without me in its early days... Got banned and yet my presence remains far from minimal,

Banned first week, was it? Hell, that's how I roll, I'm that antivillain you'll love to hate and hate to need like a fraction that's not simplifiable and vigilantly indivisible,

I'm the one to rise to second place on leaderboards and not even contemplate being chill at all,

I want to climb or teach, a primal beast that's here to stay and try to slay me, David, you'll leave miserable,

This aint biblical, it's Luciferan, I'm a monster that's invincible,

I'm the demon Airmax tried to slay that bided time and prayed DDO would find the fate it did, how spiritual?

I'm the one to block then cry and bitch yet witches know I'm true to all my principles,

Also one they mock and knock off a pedestal, but I stay here at the pinnacle,

Amphibian that regrows my limbs, axolotls fear this salamander when he's near at all,

I'm the one to take the hits and systematically recover, oh so clinical,

Some call me a sad man, others whiny little bitch but I prefer RM the unkillable.

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                        Carl Andre