Homo Erectus is your taxonomic nomenclature,

A petulant little child, boorish and ill-tempered by nature.

Your monobrow, bulky jawbone and enlarged zygomata,

Are evidence of degenerate criminality, as obvious as stigmata.

Your pithy, blithe responses to my vocal communication,

Is as endearing to us all as auto erotic asphyxiation.

You cry about your innocence, claim you're misunderstood and such

Obfuscation predilection, verbal diatribes against poor tutte much?

Evidence be damned by your linguistic acrobatic talents,

Thankfully I'm here to provide a counterbalance.

You're as thick as champ, as dull as dishwater, a scourge with every breath,

But yet we'll get a small reprieve when you orchestrate your own death.

Kuku, son, its time to go, you have far outstayed your welcome,

No one fears you anymore, you're as threatening as Belgium.

Your shtick is old, your humour gone, your street posts sad and jaded,

Don't let the door hit you on your way out, Your lustre has finally faded.

Virgil approaches the stage where Mr_Keating and Dr_KennethNoiseWater stood. He nods his head and as they motion for him to speak he pulls out his journal and begins to recite a poem he wrote in preparation for this evening. 

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Return of a Bloodline

His return from the dark

made many a man remark

who is this ancient of blood

 whose fathers buried in mud

entering into a life of crime

walking with killers, just fine

The third of November he awoke 

to a life he considered quite broke

looking in the mirror he lit a smoke

his father left in a black cloak

A leader of a city that he revoked

Now the return he has no plans

he is here to bring back a man

that found friendship in criminal clans

He walks Chicago a city his blood never been

as the newest member to Dippers of Bins

On and on and on it goes

Your deflection knows no bounds

It's as plain as the shit upon your nose

You and your friends are clowns.

I have more friends right now than you have ever had

Just bear witness as the tips roll in

Without my attention your existance would be sad

you're lamintations are wearing thin.

He opened his eyes to a room of red.
And the familiar sounds and smells came to him in his bed.
Back here again how and when?
For something I did before or will do then?

Revenant is a man unstuck in time.
Going here and there and back again at a chime
No matter where hes a master of crime
Weaving all the threads together by design

I hope you all enjoy this little Rhyme
And the poetry and prose most sublime
Well met and welcome back to this place most divine
To live and die and live again one more time

Marishka stood up away from the light and with a grin, started talking:

"Roses are red

violets are blue.

The only thing i despise in this world of ours

is that stinking asshole Kuku.

When he talks, it feels like shit is coming out of his piehole

Why, oh God, he just doesn't fall and die into a sewer hole?

Indeed i forgot, that he died sometime ago,

but his stained words keep being said by the same stupid hoes.

If you don't like this poem, just know that i don't give a shit

You can swallow it all or simply just quit.

I only came here to say how much everyone thinks he's a turd

So now, i'll just turn my back and mockingly wiggle my butt."

Mrkeating, kinda weak entering your own contest. J/s

I wrote this little ditty,

for kuku, mores the pity,

He says he's a man of peace,

but the death toll doth increase.

Tutte, Ava,@ klown, MorganFreeman

Abaddon, Sonic, Rumor, Dynamite_Dan

Three thousands guards dismissed,

kuku continually dissed. 

But with Kuku this is on trend,

When will the violence end?

The next day Sammy did not show up to judge the poems, his judges chair simply contained one note.
 

As great as some of these poems are,

 

Due to the nature of the competition becoming a slam session for everyone to take shots back and forth WITH Mr_keating.

I do not wish to associate myself with this competition any longer. Good luck to all the entrants!

 

-Sammy

Me thinks Kuku doth protest to much

Contflated values and the such

The deaths in mine were self inflicted,

And now you judge has left, conflicted.

Perhaps its time for you to go,

And take with you your muppet show 

You see through each cloak I wear,

Hear me speak without mouth or language,

The world is drunk on its desire for words,

I am the slave to the master of silence.

The Gun is clean, The Message Deep,

But he has promises to keep,

Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps.

Revenge is a promise a man should keep.

He rises from his cursed bed,

With thoughts of violence in his head,

A flash of rage and he sees red.

Without a pause I turned and fled.

The crows call out and darkness spread,

The man was lost in a sea of dread.

A body lays cold with this i end.

Kukus, meet the Kukus,

They're a shitbag of a Fam-a-lee

Inbred, and in denial

Their speeches are inflammatory 

 Lets hear his bullshit in the street

Gobshite, who will never admit defeat

 When you're, with the Kukus

Have a bollocks of a shit time

His compos are a real crime

We'll have a real shit time.