TheSorryJew stepped once more upon his box, this time with more confidence.

''Friends! In this corner of the streets I will tell you my poems, and I'll leave it upon you to love or hate them!''

He once more pulled a piece of fancy looking paper out of his coat and read it aloud.

The Roll of Dice

A man loved the dice,

and the dice loved him.

He often won thrice,

not small but big.

Huge was his win.

But then another man came,

rolled the dice and won the game

Genocide was this mans name,

and he spread credits for all to claim

BlackJack was not impressed,

for enough credits he possessed,

the dice was not finished rolling,

the dice were still calling,

who will win and who will lose,

to the dice, bane of  fools!

Not even needing to step on his box, TheSorryJew started reading his next poem aloud, to a small but large enough crowd.

Fools of this world

I've lost so much on the dice, it must be rigged.

It's random, but that doesn't seem to be twigged.

Let me accept this duel invite from this stranger,

It was not my fault I died! I didn't see the danger!

I just shot this fag

Oh! I didn't see his tag!

I'm bored, I'm going rogue!

Because that seems to be so in vogue!

omg 303303 sucks lol they are dictator

Ah yes, and you probably need a translator!

Still standing on his box, TheSorryJew took down a rather short piece of paper from his pocket, frowned at it and smiled.

The Legend of Jono

There once was a man of Iron sight,

but his reign was cut short,

by the gods of this world.

So Jono got his own fort.

He build and build,

until his hubcap fort was complete.

He was now among the elite!

The gods approached him for challenge,

Could he become godfather within said time?

Now was Jono's time to shine!

He did crime after crime,

what would happen next?

Could he be crowned the Scousefather?

Could he get his own platinum hubcap?

And his hubcap armor?

The King of Philadelphia

Buried in the great church,

lies the body of the King.

For his throne he did search,

of him the tales still sing.

Upon his throne he got,

but swiftly he was shot.

The King is dead, long live the King!

Who will claim his crown, his title?

The Kingship must continue, it is vital!

The palace is now deserted,

the royal bedchambers perverted

probably by himself!

All hail the King of Bling!

TheSorryJew looks quite emotional and wipes a tear when he pulls a pink paper from his pocket and reads it aloud, his voice breaking, overcome with emotion.

The Tale of TepidDelucci

There walks someone upon this earth,

someone that does not fear.

He only knows.

He is a fiend,

yet he is one of my greatest friends.

I hate his guts,

he's also quite nuts

Yet I love him to bits

him and his wit,

he is my mentor,

also he is probably a Tenor

I also love his Amethyst,

I cannot resist of looking at her,

when she is online.

But I know she is from him,

so I will keep it in.

also I like someone else more

For I do not want to be killed,

by this Tepid filth

jk I love you I really do

I demand that you make a poem about myself! We had a heated conversation in the coffee shops about you not remembering me, nor did you confirm that you would do a poem about me. Well, I am now here to collect my poemnessness. If not, then your penalty shall be very severe.

Gravity stamps his feet in a fit of rage.

Tepid had heard about the poem for him, he was called to the streets but didn't really know what to say, he was gob smacked by the poem. TheSorryJew proposes to him not long ago to be his wife, now he is composing poems? This guy really must be infatuated with Tepid.

"People would laugh if they knew you had a shrink, but I think this might be worth contemplating having one, think it over."

Gravity steps up and says a few words.

"If you were not mentioned, then there must be a valid reason. Now I wonder what that could be..."

TheSorryJew stepped onto his box, grimaced and held a dirty rag of paper high above his head. He laughed and then started reading it aloud.

PaulyD is a sod,

thinks he is a god.

He likes being hit with the whip,

his heartbeat does a skip,

when someone gives him a good spanking.

He is oddly aroused,

not knowing the harm that it caused,

sending pictures of his dick,

to innocent people,

who all got sick,

and died.

Walking down the Street minding my own business, I heard the most elegant of sounds. The snapping of fingers. There's only two reasons why fingers are snapped. Poetry, and of course for going into my pockets. I'll break your fucking fap machines. Approaching the crowd I seen TheSorryJew on his infamous box. But I wasn't here to only spectate! I decided to tell Jew slide over.

*throat clearing noises*

"I throweth, she taketh

Then shaketh her rump plump

No undies? No shame. She is no nun

In my eyes she looks, on my face she licks

She speaketh to me

'Superman! Oh, Superman! You are the greatest. You tasteth like honey!'

At that very moment I fell in love with a stripper

Later that night she taketh all my money"

TheSorryJew looked quite affronted for being pushed of his soapbox, but appreciated and joined in the applause for Kal_EL's poem anyway.

However, he quickly stood upon his box again.

''I would like to perform a poem, about the GOAT himself.''

Poem about JohnnyNoname

He is the GOAT, King of Queens,

but what does that even mean?

Founder of the money team,

but no money for himself it seems,

father to a crazy guy PaulyD,

he is quite the guy, aye.

Won the lottery, quite a feat,

But Jeddy still has the lead,

I hope when this poem, he does read,

his sword he will sheath.

For I toast to the man with no name,

and hope to increase his fame.

Queens forever,

Queens survive whatever.

Still standing upon his box, TheSorryJew begins reciting another of his poems, newly created.

Desmand's Deliberations

What happened to Desmand's deliberations?

What happened to his marvelous creation?

Has he lost the time and will,

to continue this great work still,

is there nothing to talk about,

no one to inform us, no one to pester, no one to taunt?

Who will take upon him the deed,

to feed,

the hungry ears,

who is among Desmand's peers?

This task I will take,

I will be a merry rake,

Insulting, witty and lovely I will be,

really, you shall see.

Now smiling broadly, TheSorryJew held out two pieces of paper.

These are about Gravity and TepidDelucci

Grave Gravity

Gravity got nothing to say,

maybe he is secretly gay?

Thinks he is special,

yet he is quite Mundane

I fear he is quite mad,

and yes, that is very sad.

All he can do is complain,

I very much doubt he is sane,

Something addled his brain,

probably a overdose of cocaine

yet I like him in a special way,

what can I say?

The Tipless Tepid

There was once Jew,

who wrote a poem for you.

Now he expects a reward,

pennies or even a card,

even Gravity send me some,

after I send him a poem so sublime,

so give me some shekels,

you bum

Behold my most prized flower,

her words I love to devour,

so soft and smooth,

her flowery gifts soothe

my feelings when I'm upset,

She is so magnificent,

I'm filled with emotion when she appears,

she takes away all of my fears

She may pilfer me all I want,

mug her I shan't

I would gladly catch some lead,

if it would prevent her death.

Please blossom forevermore my rose,

This stream of words, to you it goes.

TheSorryJew looks quite nervous as he stands feebly upon his box and begins to speak, shivering.

What is this great host?

Composed of rulers over most,

yet all are of a different kind,

of different mind,

yet strangely alike.

Hated by many, loved by most,

please tell me more of this great host!

Who are they?

They are the greatest of their kind, I say!

Desmand is classy, Cantillon is Irish, Jeddy is furry,

Amethyst is sweet,

Yes, they are quite capable to lead.

And that is just a taste,

let us not judge with haste!

Some disagree,

On the 303303 they would like to pee,

but I don't agree with what they say,

Nay!

The 30303 is a jolly good,

given that they do not shoot,

at your soul because then,

for you it is the end.

You see, the 303 isn't bad.

It's just you, my lad.

I demand some haiku's

TheSorryJews steps upon his box, pulls out a piece of paper.

''This one is a request, my friends! Quite special I must say!'' he said, smiling. ''As requested by Ryann-!''

''It is a short and quick one, but still!''

Told me she is a girl,

precious a a pearl,

but a pain in the ass,

Though quite a good lass

Quite the hothead,

May I keep her as pet :o

Annoying yet fun,

bright as the sun!

A poem from me to you,

my eyes are blue,

what color are yours?

I'd like to know,

Can you show?

Alone with his guitar, he sits
Thinking about a women he knows
She's so beautiful, it's as good as it gets
He plays her a melody, his love it shows
All around the world no matter where he goes

Still Alone with his guitar, he sits
In front of a crowd, three thousand and six
He thinks about that woman as he plays his chorus
Screams so loud his voice is sore and hoarse
As every night goes, when doing tours

No matter the places he goes
Or the people he greets and meets
She's still the only one for whom he needs
Without that woman he knows
He's got nothing, but what's beneath his toes..

Johnny hadn't experimented before with poems. But he thought he'd give it a shot.

It hasn't been much
since you've been gone
Can't stop thinking as such
for the damage you've done

I have seen more than plenty
however, it's fairly known you were unique
Now I'm here without a penny
still trying to figure out your mystique

I'm finally close to the end
and still not holding a grudge
In this world I couldn't blend
hope you won't be too fast to judge