The articulate writer: Remember Daegonius bonapartea; yes that's me.

I am daegonius Bonapartea; you "will" learn your place and mine eventually. I am the best poet on the earth.

i've never spit so fast with a dick so vast, i thought i lost my s**t the schizos back with dick so thick it'll rip yo vag-ina  split your orifice in half b***h yo a*s belongs to me so get yo a*s cheeks on the street, and sell yo a*s for income to bring, back to yo daddy b***h,, im pimpin' yo fat a*s cheeks b***h till' your limpin dont have the cash? get back on the street quick before i beat the s**t out of you with a meatstick as long as californias beaches apples onions and peaches each is very tasty marinating in my semen, dare to face me? you're scared and shakey weakness,  farah baby jesus, i didnt mean to tear ya brain to pieces wheres the bacon, eatin' to help me focus on interrigating people just by staring at them evil serum made from my grey matter tissue liquidized molicules, conserving the properties was the issue, because im made of anti matter and so is the energy that my bioelectricity is made out of, so my organs aint came-patuh-ble with the energy they generate at the level that the human race has a-chieved they'll never analyse the chain of data in my chromosomes.

Reviews

[Aries]

Absolutely horrible. Honestly, what the hell is this? This is easily the worst attempt of literature I've ever seen in my life. It's offensive that you even consider yourself a poet. Ugh. I'm not even going to waste my time writing a review of the other drivel you wrote. Jesus.