what the pompous
poet said:
i want my words
to make you feel worse
in your head; i'm no masseuse,
i chose verse
to kick your ass. take a number
before you get any
dumber. followers!
you want happiness?
try wanting less.
and don't invite me
to read. i don't
need validation from your poetry
nation. i'm a one-man
occupation force, and
these slams distort
word art. hyperbole
and beer farts? i'd rather not
take part.
but goddamn
would this one work
shouted before a crowd
of poetry jerks.
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