I went to a poetry slam for the first time last weekend, and while I can completely understand why it’s an art form that hasn’t really taken off, I did have fun. I mean anything’s fun when you’re a little weeded and you’re at a place that pours some fuckin-A tasty stout.
Anyway, I’ll probably go back next month and try to actually get on the list for the open mic portion of the night. But IN THE MEANTIME….
I got a poem for ya! It’s called You’re Not a Boozebag:
You’re not a boozebag,
You’re an adventurer.
And those aren’t nips in your pocket,
Those are potions.
And you didn’t buy them at the packie,
You got them at the apothecary
Where they were made by a wizard.
Attitude is everything,
Live your best life,
and don’t let anyone squash your dreams.
Especially not the fucking cops.