Saturday, September 4, 2010
I want to be a slam poet
My chest opens in pain like the chains of the jail cell when she screams about snail mail and obama's war like what I had in store when that microphone tapped in my lungs and exploded like spindletop with the oil it brung that was burning with the flames of poetry!
What the fuck am I talking about?
OH, oh yeah, I WANT TO BE A SLAM POET.
I want to make circular reasoning make sense cause it has a ring to it then dab it with seasoning to give a zing to it that people will feel because I act like I mean it and they're obliged to applaud.
I want to read off a list of societal ills that people think about but nobody spills then i'll go spend my time and money at a bar instead of volunteering at a charity or donating to haiti.
I want . To breath . In between every. Statement. For emphasis. Because I'm gonna act like I mean it, and saying this memorized poem is not routine anymore, and Im gonna get my 30 points!
I WANT TO BE A SLAM POET.
I wanna talk with a brooklyn accent because even though i'm from texas I wanna fit the preconceived notion of what a poet should be so that I can be acknowledged.
I want to speak with a trembling voice as I pout and pause. To let the profound depth of these words sink in, cause someone needs to monetize this depression, and it’s ok to profit of tragedy if it’s art, right?
I want to talk about empowerment, love, and spittin it because it doesn't get old and even though I’m a delicate contemplative man in touch with my feelings, I’m the man and everyone should know it.
I WANT TO BE A SLAM POET.
I want to say things that are agreeable, things that make people cheer and smile. Because if I criticize commonly held beliefs in the room, they may not feel me, despite poignance and delivery. Everyone likes thought provoking subject matter, but only if they are thoughts we prefer to have instead of thoughts that encourage us to reconsider. Power to the people! Hip hop is awesome! Girls kick ass! Gimme my points!
I want to say the same poem every other week cause it gets me points and hardly anyone will notice, right? Besides even if they do, regulars don’t get me paid as much as judges do, and if regurgitating the same old shit every week gets me mad points every time, why should I ever write another poem again?
I want to deliver a shtick that I say over and over again that makes it catchy and cheap but mildly entertaining like ...
I WANT TO BE A SLAM POET
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