A few words with Slam Poetry

Give the reader what they want,

For we all are cock-suckers!

Make it rhythmical; cause we are too busy,

Or rather not low to humble to divine,

Your’s is the melodious voice,

That must intertwine with the clanging of my wine glasses.

Shout. Wail and Cry. Probably hit!

Cause we are just primitive beings,

Stuck in a city.

We admire the complex vocabulary of the Oxford dictionary,

And spurt words to spin webs.

An order we follow,

that we wear  like a superhero cape.

But, forget these divine institutions were made for salvation!

Reader! May you retain the divinity with thy ears.


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