Rewrite of Jardin Spark's song by the same name
Note-Just writing one for all us poets who have ever had our hard work abused just so twisted sickos can get their kicks
Can't even begin to explain what's going on in your warped little minds
I'm not even sure why I'm still here
One minute you love me
The next you hate me
Start dragging my name through the mud of this poetry battlefield
One wrong word and you all get so darn uptight
So stupid offended
Letting the smallest of things I say or write get you down
Feel like I always have to hide behind a bullet proof shield
Got so much attention lately
Just can't go anywhere
Online or off
Without a body guard now
Don't think I don't know
How much some of you would love to chop off my poetic little hands
How much some of you would like to see my everything
Reduced to nothing
Oh no, here come those silly internet flammers and haters again
Why you all feel like you gotta do this to me now
I never meant to start, but I will finish this war
You know if you keep pushin'
I might just have to write something nasty about you
Just don't understand why so many of you out there are slandering me for
Why does my poetry always create such a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
Why does my poetry always create such a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
Why does my poetry always create such a...
Better run and hide
If I ever find out which one of you is the one
The one calling me a low down, dirty fag
Heck no, I ain't gonna surrender
Just so you can feel better about your poor, lazy, pathetic, wannabe lives
Don't think I don't know
How much some of you would love to chop off my poetic little hands
How much some of you would like to see my everything
Reduced to nothing
Oh no, here come those silly internet flammers and haters again
I'm gonna try to peacefully end this here and now
'Cause I never meant to start this internet flame war
You know I was out to offend any of you
Don't understand why you gotta go around slandering me for
Why does my poetry always create such a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
Why does my poetry always create such a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
Why does my poetry always create such a...
I'm telling you right now
Ladies and gentlemen, you wanna keep this silly little fight going
Then you better go get your armor (get your armor) get your armor
Better go get your armor
'Cause there ain't no way Ramona is gonna back down now
Don't even try to pretend that you're my friend tonight
'Cause I know if I let you
I'll just wake up in the morning
With another knife in my back
'Cause so many times, a million times before you've spat at and told me
All my poetry creates is a....
A battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
What the freak
I just don't get it
Don't think I ever will understand
Why does my squeaky clean poetry always create such a battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
Losers, you've been warned
Better go get your armor....
2009 Ramona Thompson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem