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
Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2012
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