Hi Hataz

Hi Hataz by Khari D. Hawke Sad psyche of a distressed acrid flawed feeble peasant I want to think you know better  But you truly are what you exemplified when I greeted you with  “Hi Hater”  I wish you were here so I can call you out to the street  From your little yellow bus with flavored windows  I was told that there was something that might have caught my attention  But what I’ve come to find is pungent taunts and innuendos  I wouldn’t at all mind stonewashing your hollow ass  For what you need is discipline  When you need to learn to shut the fuck up  And mind your tongue in the mist of wise men  You should save and give this energy to the one who robed you of your potential to be deep,  Shattered your spirit, turned you redundant, and made you bitter  Instead of taking this shit out on me and the rest of the BGCLive  Poetry and spoken word forum members  I’ve read your work  And yes, you might want to know why you bore us  You’ve spit your brainstormed long night rants that ebb meaning with  Improperly used big words, like a sixth grader with his first thesaurus  Mista imprudent world class up most high poet tower with tacit high expectations  Fool you are the George Bush of your very own personal nation  A tactless vagrant seeking purpose where I’ve found truth  Undeveloped premature adolescent I’m proud of your accomplishments but why crudely try proceeding  When you have yet passed stage one level two  You’re not even appropriately dressed for this function  I’m a man so the next time you approach me, You become one.  It would behoove me to encourage you and your righteously worships Greek gods  To immediately heave onward since you bed with Lucifer my dear demon seed  the next time someone checks you for your monotonous self-indulgent brazen deeds  I read your knock off poem, holding my stomach laughing on one knee  Surely now you will take this and motha’ fucking heed  I’m the mvp on my team, and the captain, and the coach  I know my stanzas on this poem should please you the most  Even if it is your manners, talent and views is the topic of this roast  I’ve moved so forward, I couldn't begin to set the standard of how beneath me you subsist  So on that note Imma say “You be blessed” and fire back up my roach  Just as serious as cancer  Sincerely speaking through a thought through answer  Banishing you and all your malevolent energy away from my sphere  Begging for my attention so bad, damn near making me your author  Now I’ve brought you enlightenment to turn you to dust with precocious rhymes  I’m not to be fucked with, far from a joke  And if you heard different it’s all lies[/quote]