10 second slam poem
This is a poem i wrote in ten seconds for an open mic for the crib collective.
Stepping on mines like flyers
Blind minds through scripts that
Depict flaming Portobello mushrooms of peace.
Steel flying like roots through the earth sucking up mud and drub
Nylon circles multiply the sky while skeleton fingers clench for edible box crates
Slowly descending the multiplying sky.
Broken hearts puffed with poison Hollywood flu shots and juggy water balloons
Splashing on young minds like thug crimes.
Little boys treating little girls like gumball machines - they say that’s how you treat she she’s. Like nickels and dimes are gunna pry open anythin’ for those ignorant little minds
Shutting blinds to their pasts and going on eternity knowledge fasts.
These troubles that double at home shoved us down the money matters
Political ladders for flyers and wires over the red sea
So when we’re out of driers for our own soil that is covered in deadly oils
We stare and stare and jump around like lame hairs, hopping through excuses
For why we don’t see any edible box crates descending through the are filled with nylon circles carried through the multiplying sky.
It's not the best slam poem but i broke my record for fastest poem written, so that's cool. It makes me sound like im trying to be a rapper, maybe i am.
Oh and the Crib Collective is just like word play only its closer to my house and instead of Dj itchy fingers they have Dj Keel.
Stepping on mines like flyers
Blind minds through scripts that
Depict flaming Portobello mushrooms of peace.
Steel flying like roots through the earth sucking up mud and drub
Nylon circles multiply the sky while skeleton fingers clench for edible box crates
Slowly descending the multiplying sky.
Broken hearts puffed with poison Hollywood flu shots and juggy water balloons
Splashing on young minds like thug crimes.
Little boys treating little girls like gumball machines - they say that’s how you treat she she’s. Like nickels and dimes are gunna pry open anythin’ for those ignorant little minds
Shutting blinds to their pasts and going on eternity knowledge fasts.
These troubles that double at home shoved us down the money matters
Political ladders for flyers and wires over the red sea
So when we’re out of driers for our own soil that is covered in deadly oils
We stare and stare and jump around like lame hairs, hopping through excuses
For why we don’t see any edible box crates descending through the are filled with nylon circles carried through the multiplying sky.
It's not the best slam poem but i broke my record for fastest poem written, so that's cool. It makes me sound like im trying to be a rapper, maybe i am.
Oh and the Crib Collective is just like word play only its closer to my house and instead of Dj itchy fingers they have Dj Keel.