those same age restrictions should also apply to the judges. bob, my trip to mad cap last thursday only reinforced my distaste for twenty-year olds whining about their lives. get on that fucking forty-hour work week train for thirty-six years, take that gut-punch and then tell me about life. "daddy hit my brother!" maybe your brother should have behaved himself. my dad hit me so hard one time that i saw stars. and you know what? what i did to deserve it i never did again. did i cry about it? no. did i ever write a poem about it for the purpose of securing slam points for my team? fuck no. would a slam judge my age let a poet get away with that ploy at a slam? i would hope not.
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