Perhaps the apocalypse is this new years after all.
Specifically I�m writing a poem about how I need to hear more Poems about the poetry slam.
Here�s a snippet:
...right now 20 men are on death row for crimes they didn�t commit but Mumia is finally off after 20 years- so let�s hear another poem about the poetry slam
I don�t wanna hear about Afghanistan and the dust amid rocks mine fields of military charity dropped from the sky
Who cares if food packets are the color of cluster bombs
I long for poems about the poetry slam
not legless children.
When I hear a poem about AIDS and the thousands last breaths rattled from sunken rib cages
I TUNE THE FUCK OUT...
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Clearly I am a little rusty, but I�ll get this one done
Oh yes I will.