AGAINST SLAM POETRY



A seeking of approval in the guise
    of gladiatorial combat, suffering
    threadbare technique, impoverished ideas.
        Slam’s not my thing.

   This pub quiz of the Muses is a sling
    of hip hop rhythms for egos with a bruise;
    confession now when entertainment’s king.

  I will not pose and gurn for your applause,
  nor rant prosaic Prozac vocal fry in sing-
  song, self-psycho-masturbatory noise.
        Slam’s not my thing.


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