Poetry Slammin'

poetry slammin' all this namby pamby poetry stuff makes me think i've heard enough shapes and sonnets and simple blank verse even Iambic meter leaves me feeling averse quatrains and couplets - the villanelle are tough to swallow - sounds like swill why anybody'd wanna hear some poetry may be obvious to you, but it's way beyond me all this writing and saying of wimpy words to ants, elephants and me, seems absurd can i comfortably feed my family and friends with some onomatopoeia's epilogue's ends? will Will's sonnet's of love so medieval aid with the world's unrest and upheaval? naw, i'm pretty sure it won't make it no better probably it'll jus' make my mood blacker i remember my tenth grade English teacher who rhymed as standard operating procedure as you might guess, this drove me crazy you'd think i'm anti-rhyme - but don't be hasty i'm really into today's rappin' scene D.J.'s thrashin' and soundin' obscene if bling's the thing, then bring it on i say words golden rule brings my groove into play of lines and times and mashin' thrashin' calving rhymes cleaved leave us laughing so ya wanna be a slammer? - it's cool with me jus' slam the mike, but pick up your debris don't leave no crumpled words layin' 'round on the stage or the sidewalk, some unsaid sound 'cause I don't wanna clean up after you and slam off the cuff with your impromptu i got my own stance and rhythm and cachet i'll jus' tell the whole world - i'm slammin' ok? © Goode Guy 2012-06-04