Your words were so touching
They sure made me cry
Well at least you my friend
Have more brains than the last guy.
That?s Ms. Nobody to you,
I?ll rhyme at your father, your mother,
Hell, why should I stop?
I?ll even go for your brother.

Now my dear friend you ask
What have I done?
From city to city,
This is now one on one.
Roast me, and baste me
And chop me up nice,
But if I may request,
Please serve me with rice.

I take offense though old chum,
Hashan whores are quite wise,
They have much more sense,
Than any of you guys.
If you dissect my notion,
And rip out my lungs,
Do me a favor,
And cut out your tongues.

I don?t wallow in my ignorance,
That stuff just makes me sleep,
And you?re writing to defend,
Like some hypocritical sheep.
And if you think my poetry?s bad,
If you think it?s really fake,
When I first read all your words,
I nearly jumped into a lake.

There?s no passion behind,
In anger you do write,
A nobody Ashtani showed up,
And now it?s out of spite.
It?s trash because there?s rage,
Oh my dear Mhalador son,
If you?re gonna right all mad,
At least have a little fun.

Who says you have to know me,
In your eyes I must be lame,
But to be honest you?re a scrub,
That I?d rather kill than ever tame.
I am a daughter of Ashtan, fool,
You will know me when this is done,
So prepare yourself my friend,
For our game has just begun




Penned by my hand on the 19th of Aeguary, in the year 573 AF.