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Word Wars

by @PeacockSecrets

Pen locked, Mic loaded Pencil and paper ablazin' Fires fighting and flamin'! My slick spit is so sick, you cant handle a licking. You sneezing sputtering slipping! My melodic mic game'll   boil your brains! I'm leaking iceberg ink. Suckers sink when I speak! Yet all hail my hellion heat. With no welcome! No warning! I'm willfully withering, scorching these oceans, rivers, and seas. I apologize for causing global warming. Hey haters, take 2 of these 💊 For these feverish degrees Then ring Doctor Me in the morning Pleading "Peacock, gimme mo' poetry please!"
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PeacockSecrets
40 / F / USA
For You?
Written by
PeacockSecrets
40 / F / USA
Published
Feb 16, 2021
Time
1m
Notes

Preparing for an online poetry competition. time to practice talking smack

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#poetry#slam#writing#pen#ink#paper#warming#words#fight#mic
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