A Predatory Poem About My Favorite Alien Hunter - The Predator!

I want to be a Predator and hunt people for fun.
I'd have some kick ass blades & bad ass laser guns.

I'd hide in plain sight & blast dudes into smoke.
They wouldn't see me comin', 'cause I've got a hi-tech cloak.

I'd hunt in hot climates, like a South American jungle.
If a commando team came in, I'd be ready to rumble.

I'd test their fighting ablilites & survival skills.
Those who failed my challenge, I'd be forced to kill.

If someone defeated me in combat, and I knew I was a goner.
I'd bow my head in respect, for Predators have honor.

Or maybe I'd play a trick & set my self-destruct device.
And I will make no aplogies - Predators don't have to play nice.

p.s.  GET TO DE CHOPPA!

A Poem About My Favorite Type Of Coco - Conan O'Brien.

Let me tell you one thing, and I ain't lyin',
I'm excited about the return of Conan O'Brien.

In a contest of comedy I declare him the victor.
And love his sidekick, the great Andy Richter.

Let me say something else, in case you haven't heard:
Jay Leno is a no-talent turd.

His jokes are lame and his show is drivel.
I hope he gets ass-raped by the Devil.

I prefer Conan, he is smart and weird.
And he looks badass with that manly beard.

That's all I had to say, now I must go,

Cause I don't want to miss the next episode!