Here Paul and Huxley contested their rhymes,
Pimp and Skelly demonstrating their styles,
To find the sickest of burns or contrive,
At least, to amuse the members awhile,
This measure of wits is highly unfair,
For the Walrus is doomed and soon will be
Ground into tusk dust for some billionaire,
Or will upset the N.A.A.C.P.
Turn your attention to this last quatrain,
I won't save you while you circle the drain,
And inadequate posts shall not refrain
My skills from destroying your puny brain,
My delivery here ends with these words:
"Be glad I held back from more severe burns."
/drops the mic





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