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