I’m only showing you one page, because showing you both pages would kill you.
I also cut out the name of the winner because, well, who knows how he’d feel about this now:
from Shadowman #42 (Nov. 1995)
The second page features the runner-up Shadowman rap, which begins thusly:
“Comin’ to ya live from the Big Easy
The sun goes down and he gets a little queasy
His blood starts flowin’, he starts throwin’
Thugs to the ground as his chest starts glowin’“
Silly, sure, but I think I like these more than the poems from Sandman‘s letter pages.
To repeat: SHADOWMAN RAP CONTEST. The world is large enough to contain even this.
