"Jip-jop, flip-flop." No one blinked. I said,

"Jip-jop, flip-flop." No one blinked. I said, "JIP_JOP, flip-FLOP!" I could feel them staring at me. The weight of a wall of eyes just staring at you, its very unnerving.

But I wasn't going to let the Emily Dickinson faction win the poetry slam. I stealed myself against the eyewall... walleye? "FLIP-flop. Janice JOPlin's eye's a poppin'..."

not STOPpin this rappin' conCOCtion: there's no antiTOXin OPtion for no Emily DICKinson capitaLISm poetry slam CITizen DISsin' me and my WORD about Janis Joplin undeTERRED

." Suddenly, a van smashed through the rapper, sending his body parts though the air and smearing blood all over the pavement. The driver stopped, but only to clean up after.

There was a brief funeral service, but no-one really missed the passing of another third-rate YouTube rapper with 29 subs, most of them bought, who still lived with his mother.

"I will attend his funeral as long as Subways is catering." said a record exec. The ghost of the 3rd rate YouTube rapper pleaded, "Yo! Spirit pleaze! I can change y'all!"

What an Epic slip-up that was. With a mouthful of cold cuts, the record exec glared at the poorly rapping ghost. The spirit offender was escorted out and sent back to

gangsta hell. "We already have a Tupac Skaur Hologram, we don't need a Tupac Shakur ghost too!", the salami faced record exec bellowed down the hall after the ego-deflated spirit

conscious universe. Tupac began realizing the Truth. "Wait, WAIT!" he cried. "I'm not ready! I AM NOT READY TO GO! I gotta get back at Biggy!" "It's over," God said. "You're done."