The battle

Horns
Whistles
Fights for corns
In tussles

I am on another LEVEL
Flip me I don’t change my stance
I am still on another LEVEL

I am like your MOM or your MADAM
I dont change when you flip me

I am “CIVIC" I don’t change when you flip me
Call me MR Palindrome

You are REPAID but when I flip you
You are a DIAPER
You are SMART but when I flip you
You are like old TRAMS

You are WARTS!
Flip and flip
Straw! Weak STRAW

You want poetic WAR
But when I flip you
You are just RAW

You are on TOP
But when I flip you,
You are just a *** being kept in the kitchen.

The poetic "god" is ready to battle
Flip that word!

Congratulations you just won a bone!