BACK OFF BITCH

pumping fists are you?
you're probably jerking off
I am here to stay

mistaking absence
victory still shall be mine
you do not know me

still your words disgust
travel high road low road too
you have met your match

insecurities
you must have a little dick
i can smell your fear

Ha! Ha!

i sense victory
my opponent hides in shame
time to get wasted!

cower, little girl
the master pumps fist wildly
my victory dance.

POTATO SOUP

taking the high road?
artless? methinks not, biotch.
just ask dave mamet.

WINTER

Artless, nasty words
Fall away like powder snow
Pure snowflake vision.

WHATEV

i can smell the stench -
centipede-filled vagina?!
wafting from your crotch.

good for catching flies
drawn to the dead, rotting meat
kept between your legs.

tim, this is your fault.
"be gentle, she's quite thin-skinned."
tiger instincts - pounce!

AS IF

I'm not too worried
You catch more flies with honey
You motherfu**er.

GAUNTLET

bitch, don't step to me
i'll come full force, guns blazing.
i just watched scarface.

CONTEXT

Here is the context:
Tim said, compete with haiku
So, now here I am.

Not just a battle
But a literary dance
In 5, 7, 5.

ARRIVAL

Limericks easy
I am woman hear me roar
Now, Haiku Homegirl.