I taunt you with the best in online poetry

...I got.

I said I taunt you with the best in online poetry
I got. Ready?

Let's begin.

In the time it took
for you
to read this poem,
I had
already written it off,
and was running up another one, you know, yeah
I knew you did.

You have heard this one before,

and it's STILL THE BID. YOU KNOW I GOT

more rhymes than the wind's got chimes! YOU KNOW
I GOT more styles than a model's got smiles, YEAH
I rock more beats than hotels got sheets, and if
you take a breath to think,
you'll be drowning for weeks!
In the downpour I'm the deluge, you're
the paper cup - hey now, hey, no you can't predict
the course I make up,
'cause I'm just making it up
(albeit that whole snip
from "I got more rhymes," et cet
was a just a very little bit
they call "homage,"
sincere from me, to mines)

But for the rest?

Check it.

I'm the free style imp! As in provocateur, I can
extemporize a lie, by the time it trips the tip
of my tongue, you want more! - 'cause
you've seen for yourself, that it's done
become truth, fresh and hot off the shelf,
Certified organic modified and double-blind proofs,
by repeatable experiment, control the whole group,

until they go dumb stupid in a doof doof bush.

Goose a kooka, shimmy down and catch a boot in the tush!

Uh huh. Uh huh.

Shhhht. THIS, is the remix. BACK ON BEAT I GOT
more off rhymes off hand on beat, than it
could take a fully-staffed rock band to
defeat, even though they would LOSE,
shouldn't even compete.
I don't let fools win. When I slip
When I sneak up, and TAKE THE STAGE
you'll never find it again, I GOT MORE slick rhymes
than an illegal chef
with the contraband spice on his meat
named Jeff
could grill in double-shifts without sleep
for a week! Get copped, and then
tossed in the pen!

If you know what I mean,

I mean,

I don't,

but I'm already past
the last point between
when I started to care and stopped - just that fast,
we'd gone long past there, it clocked
attoseconds less
than your last thought popped
in your head, but wait WHAT? was I just
thinking about? I got

I mean I don't quite,

(with the power of recall I've got)

have a doubt that I'll screech this train
in its tracks, drag it shrieking in steel
by its booming caboose (this is a convoluted metaphor for
brain, but stick with it, we're almost through) 'til
it's all the way back
where it was,
pick it up,
pick it up

- that's the stray little-thought-lost! Yeah, I know
no need to thank me,

it was just because. No cost.

Thank you, thank you

Remember cats, it doesn't take a very big man
to lie about his size. Trash talk's a pastime,
maybe, but not much of a calling if you ask me
which you didn't.

Still.

Surprise!