Prep for Slam tonight
Slam tonight, son. Got this new joint - "Employees Must Wash Hands Before Returning To Work" - and I'm working out the kinks. Another stanza, maybe two, done. For once, I might have it just tight enough to give it some voice attention BEFORE I hit the stage.
This is not how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to be cranking out poems and having my choice of newly minted bombers days in advance that I could wreck shop with. As it stands, a lot of the stuff I've been cranking out doesn't have slam legs. Rather, I don't want to do to them what it would take to give them slam legs. I like them fat and weird, just the way they're coming out.
I'm pumped for the slam tonight. I hope the poets who were in Detroit this past weekend are signing up. The last thing you should do when you come back from a big, good slam like that is not slam.
Besides: I want to eat you.
This is not how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to be cranking out poems and having my choice of newly minted bombers days in advance that I could wreck shop with. As it stands, a lot of the stuff I've been cranking out doesn't have slam legs. Rather, I don't want to do to them what it would take to give them slam legs. I like them fat and weird, just the way they're coming out.
I'm pumped for the slam tonight. I hope the poets who were in Detroit this past weekend are signing up. The last thing you should do when you come back from a big, good slam like that is not slam.
Besides: I want to eat you.