Kuku my boy, you're just a nonce

Can't you get that through your bonce

Detroit's downfall was homicide,

From your bad prose they run and hide.

For me, words is what I do

From Kuku though, words are untrue.

Your despair is palpable, but I find this all a hoot,

How's it feel now the trolling is on the other foot?

War guns popping

you get shot?

We take lives with no feelings.

We love shooting 

We make them boys run

We bust down your door I 

Shoot that gun why 

the hell you trolling?

You get pp mug me i dare

you. Ny is the city where

all the mobsters run.

"Feverish Devotion to living in your shadow"

Thats a joke, as funny as Colorado

The rules you cited were concise and clear

So you can just kiss my fucking rear

No limit on entries, no subject to keep

So entries aplenty, you salty teared creep

I'll enter and enter and enter again

And nothing you do can make me refrain.

I have no doubt that you'll find a new judge

And an excuse to cheat the scores that you'll fudge

But their task will be hard, reading words oh so bitter

What's that I hear? Oh, your being called by your baby sitter.

You'll never ever win, I'm oh so better than thee

So stick to what you're good at, writing rape fantasy.

Amelia shook her head, disapointed at what had become of her happy place. But if you can not beat them, given her laziness and lack of upper body strength, you joined them. 

"Roses are red, 
violets aren't blue,  
I've seen more inspiring sights, 
Whilst doing a poo." 

Amelia didn't bother staying around to hear any sort of feedback, not that anyone would care given most of the the time people ignored her departure and still spoke as if she was there. But she was long gone before anyone had a chance to speak, already on an airplane headed towards home in Nevada. 

I'm not a judge for this "contest" (if you could even call it that) and I know that she's already left, but I vote for Amelia's entry to win. All these writing contests and now poetry competitions that just descend into madness. Sighs. This is not the way of the mafioso. Our heritage is as connoisseurs of PP contests and creative writings, not bickering back and forth. People will probably end up getting killed over all this nonsense, as usually happens in these things, but I really think that you and Lincoln_Lawyer should take your pissing contest elsewhere, Mr_Keating. Please do not petition for judges for it either. 

That is good news at least and a welcome change from past contests!

Love many entrence here really, mostly what Lincoln_Lawyer came up with, way to go.

Great sentence all the way on both written, many thanks for those words that made me laugh big again.

The hustler Mr_Keating keep on

Thinking a lot bad things

Mr_Keating thinks I'm sad

I laught at him each day long

I thought is that he would stop

But he cant do that

Eacj day he keep on harrasing

But all of üs in mind just laughs

Its a thing that Mr_Keating cant do

'Life goes on and we dont care

WhyBother's "poetry" is incredibly bad

Like it's written by someone with a brain that's sad

His poetry is like his obsession with me

Nonsensical, boring, and quite mad

WhyBother aint a poet, he try as he can and is very satisfied for it.

Has no bad brain at all, my brain is pretty neat but that cant you know.

Anf you have me in yours, my god, take a pill my little Kuku.

If its boring why even comment it???

Lifes very wonderful and WhyBother promise he laughs at all. Lifes to short to not have fun, perhaps even the "great" kuku should try this.

Why do you laugh at all, son?

Son, know Im pldoer than you so dont call me son.

Why do you laugh, jesus, wont tell how im portant it is Kuku to laugh and have fun, seems your life have it bad since you wont know that, sorry to hear.

Stop those short lines of yours, so sad to see it so often on your threads.

WhyBother, do you know how old I am?  I am older than most people.  And you keep saying that I have a bad life.  I agree.  I don't think that it is an insult.  You can't hurt me by saying that my life is bad.  I am an associate of a fine crew-leader, I am in the process of starting up a newspaper, and I have contacted ten CLs to interview, of which, one has replied.

But the main thing, WhyBother, is that my life is so bad that it can only get better. 

What if your life has peaked?  Have you ever considered that?  

I once went to an actual city, not far from the village that I live in, but it means that I have travelled far.  I have a cat, that I feed, twice daily.  Damn cat eats better than me.

I'm a bad criminal, a good writer, an excellent pet owner, and a wonderful friend to those who I support financially.

You act like a teenager as I seen Kuku. And I really dont try to insult you.

If you cant have a good life try to have fun and meet uip with people in real life thaat are happy. Happiness is a main thing in a life that really get you better in all ways can I assure you.

We alol kinow your aq bad criminal, that has all of us that are old in the bgame. Hope you try on to have a life that gives you some laughs, you live longer after being happy more often, just a tip.