My poetry is a kin to Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
My words reminiscent of ancient Greek philosophers and yet cannot be defined by them.
My rivals feel that I have robbed them of any opportunity for success.
As if I absconded totality of the spoils for myself.
As a general gone to war, each verse written to paper is as if a target turned to rubble.
Many have studied my style but have been blinded by its brilliance.
In the words of a famous adversary, "I am 10 steps ahead".
The poems which my brethren and I compose have received numerous awards and sits on the shelves of many in the nation.
We, as they say, "have them glued to their seats".
Recital of each lyric reminds the listener of a katana being forged.
Every venue infiltrated by inconspicuous poets.
Each verse read aloud causes chaos within the venue.
The crowd moves as if in combat with men and women demanding to be led to war.
Just as Caesar led his armies to Rome, he too started his conquest to control the world.
The way in which I deliver my art is said to be as masterful as the ancient martial arts.
Lastly we are so loved by the masses that we can and will perform our poetry in any locality.