Now what was that?
Things were proceeding ok last night until one poet said to a young lady, "Your mother gave you a black name."
And it went off on a strange tangent.
A poet read a piece inspired by Malcom X's autobiography. Another poet mentioned academic troubles immediately after. I shouted out "Malcolm F" and the start of the race wars will be blamed on that.
Another poet later spoke in tounges.
Another poet was called, not a Satan worshipper, but a serial killer.
If anyone ever, ever, brings in a snake, that's when I bail.
One thing you will never hear at Writers Block: "Ed, are you a mulatto?"
I'm sure there are many others.
And it went off on a strange tangent.
A poet read a piece inspired by Malcom X's autobiography. Another poet mentioned academic troubles immediately after. I shouted out "Malcolm F" and the start of the race wars will be blamed on that.
Another poet later spoke in tounges.
Another poet was called, not a Satan worshipper, but a serial killer.
If anyone ever, ever, brings in a snake, that's when I bail.
One thing you will never hear at Writers Block: "Ed, are you a mulatto?"
I'm sure there are many others.