Who Cares.
You don't read this.
No one reads this.
So why complain.

Unless you do Mr. Big Bad Fight Guy.

Secretly I bet You read and ponder
wishing for some sort of mixed up fodder
to replenish the dignity you lack.

'You spell words wrong, and mispronounce
and talk of things with bad accounts.'
but who are you to take the slack?

Mr. Big Bad Fight Guy this shouldn't go on
but you seem to cast the very first stone
so sit right there and don't talk back.

About my character as you can see
I have one and this is thee,
but you my friend are just an ordinary Mack.

It makes me different then the rest
and of course, maybe the best
character that you just cant attack.

So Now I have come to the end
and you havn't been reading this, how could I offend
you, so don't give any more flack.

Unless you do read these poems Mr. Big Bad Fight Guy!

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Midsummer, in the year 112 MA.