Hey everyone.
While I'm not back yet I'm throwing in an update. My surgery went well. I'm in so much pain! But hopefully the end result will be worth it. I'm fused from my shoulder blades to my tailbone. It feels about like I thought that it would. Not being able to wipe myself without a special tool is a bit disheartening. But I'll adapt.
Another shout out to Mason. He kept his word to try to include me in things. And even though I didn't participate in the fusion poems, I did appreciate the invitation. Our second battle is coming soon. And I look forward to my upcoming second loss...
I ask for everyone's opinion... I'm changing my profile picture soon. Should the new one be an X-ray of my back post surgery from the side, an X-ray of my back post surgery from the back, or a picture of my back taken last night during the wound check with the outer bandages removed?
Please let me know. Thank you for actually caring everyone.
The winner is the picture of my back scar during first wound check with outer bandages removed!
(Last night I was chatting with another person that I met on a different poetry site. He said that he liked to freestyle and he wanted to battle me. So I left him the following bars to respond to. I didn't have much to go on since his profile was set to private. Please let me know what you think of it. Also if anyone wants to battle I'm game. Just shoot me a message. Without further ado here's my "First round".)
Adam Smith well here's my first issue, I don't really know enough about you to diss you. I can't see your profile, no idea of your rap style. No idea if you're grown or if you're just a child. No matter though cause I get buck wild, as you'll soon witness. Tear your face off like the logo for the Misfits. Leaving mass carnage up in this bitch, and I just flipped my mind switch, from a gentleman to the GOAT. Step up or step off cause my words got you by the scrot....
(UPDATE! Adam Smith never responded. So I decided to battle myself)
Now listen here old man, your verse went to the trash can. This is a young man's game, your style is ass Fam. It's my prize to take, your whole style's fake. You're battling yourself and losing for fuck's sake! Every day I wake and bake. Is it nerves or do you always shake? This was a bad idea, you should take a break!
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Author:
Chad Carlson (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2024 15:36
- Comment from author about the poem: Feel free to tear it apart... Or issue a challenge if you would like to battle.
- Category: Special occasion
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