I'm Happy
Allright, despite my usual bravado, I'm not all THAT egotistical. BUT, I just have to talk about tonight. First, the back story. We had an assignment about a month ago to write hate poems to specific people in another poetry class (one poem per person). We did so, and those poems were given to the people. The poems we wrote were really quite vulgar and insulting, 'cept mine for I wussied out for the most part. The class, was offended. HOWEVER, our prof. convinced their prof. that we should have a poetry smackdown at the student reading series Tonight. We let their class make the rules. No vulgarity (which we bent) and it had to be a sonnet, sestina, or abecedarian poem. We thought it was cheap, but accepted. Everyone in class wrote a poem and put it online. The class then voted anonymously for their top 5 favorites. Then, the top 10 were selected as class champions. I was one of the ten, and therefore had to read my poem tonight.
The readings went well. Our side booed the others, read newspapers when they came to the mic, and waved "You Suck" signs. Good fun. I read for someone who couldn't make it, and while I'm sure I was shaky, I don't think I did too horribly. I did, however, trip up once when I lost my spot, but after a not too long pause I threw in a general "Tsk" of reprimand against other class, so I smoothed the wrinkle alright. I forget my first nickname when I was called up, but the second was Derek "Brute Force" Stuhan. Nice. I totally forgot what music I walked up to each time too, but it was pretty nifty. Below you'll see the poem I read of my own. It's an abecedarian which means the lines start w/ a letter of the alphabet in order. When all was said and done, the 4 non-biased judges gave u 168 and the other class 141. We rock.
Aw, did our invectives
Burn your foul innocence to
Cinders? Did we dare to
Dash your hopes of happily
Ever after against the
Forlorn shores of reality?
Gossamer egos
Help little in a world of
Insidious critics. If a
Jovial jest unsettles you
Kids too much, perhaps this
Little league of poetry will
Meet your decency standards.
Not without hearts, we sheath
Our wit-honed & deadly
Poetic blades, so still your
Quivering lips and endless
Rain of tears. Perhaps this
Smack down will serve to
Teach you our poems were great.
Unbeknownst to us, you
Vehemently cried foul.
Who cares what you consider
X-rated? Your poetry is
Yoked by an infeasible,
Zealous search for adequacy.
The readings went well. Our side booed the others, read newspapers when they came to the mic, and waved "You Suck" signs. Good fun. I read for someone who couldn't make it, and while I'm sure I was shaky, I don't think I did too horribly. I did, however, trip up once when I lost my spot, but after a not too long pause I threw in a general "Tsk" of reprimand against other class, so I smoothed the wrinkle alright. I forget my first nickname when I was called up, but the second was Derek "Brute Force" Stuhan. Nice. I totally forgot what music I walked up to each time too, but it was pretty nifty. Below you'll see the poem I read of my own. It's an abecedarian which means the lines start w/ a letter of the alphabet in order. When all was said and done, the 4 non-biased judges gave u 168 and the other class 141. We rock.
Aw, did our invectives
Burn your foul innocence to
Cinders? Did we dare to
Dash your hopes of happily
Ever after against the
Forlorn shores of reality?
Gossamer egos
Help little in a world of
Insidious critics. If a
Jovial jest unsettles you
Kids too much, perhaps this
Little league of poetry will
Meet your decency standards.
Not without hearts, we sheath
Our wit-honed & deadly
Poetic blades, so still your
Quivering lips and endless
Rain of tears. Perhaps this
Smack down will serve to
Teach you our poems were great.
Unbeknownst to us, you
Vehemently cried foul.
Who cares what you consider
X-rated? Your poetry is
Yoked by an infeasible,
Zealous search for adequacy.