Multi-Pronged Assault

A really extreme version of a self-introduction poem.

I will remain J till I expire

because I will not retire from the top of this spire.

There's no need for these elitists to fire me,

cause I'm always wired up and ready.

 

My twisted rhythm brings your worst nightmare

to life as if i was playing Freddy,

And now I can't stop running this circle block

as if I was Ed, Edd, and Eddy.

 

I let my gamer's intuition give me

the competitive edge to keep myself steady.

I am the new challenger that approaches

steadily and readily stands against his enemy.

 

I am Jigglypuff, but more tall and buff,

so don't underestimate me cause I cannot be estimated.

My poetic power is infinite, so don't even try to gauge it.

Measure my ability, you're putting a speedometer on Sonic.

 

Why do they even try to top this,

don't they know there is no way to stop it

I may have lost my scissor edge and writing paper,

but I'm always able to rock it.

 

Maybe there is a possibility for me to possibly

give you the ability of the all-powerful TriForce Trinity

But my divinity is not the equality of your God or your deity.

I'm just a gifted young guy from the bigger brother of Haiti.

 

I set the bar so high these days, they're so scared and so they say,

"How do I possibly get the skill to top that?"

First person that manages to bite off of my skills

will be so unique, an original copycat.

 

Just try to clip the angelic wings that give me my power,

and you'll get the claws of my demonic wrath at your final hour.

This mangu medley is simply one you can't devour.

Now let me remain where I stand, cause I've finally gained my place on this tower.

 

-Jerisson DeLaCruz, 10-6-10