Slam Ended

Slam poetry evening Offended Leave now In fact why have you come If this is not for you Or do you 2 wish to slam And are here looking for a muse To abuse or accuse To ignite your fuse Try walking in other's shoes So contrite I write what bite's I spew like devil's flu Over and under you I slam That of which I give a damn I compress like a powder keg I challenge you to think ahead I am what keeps you awake in bed I am an dystopia future I lie beneath the key's of your computer That the ouigie move's And your feet steers I am what's lurching in the rear mirror I am your fear's The shivers that chill down your spine I am the crossed line An anomaly Slamming brain matter pulsating vein's Allowing your innermost thoughts to flow Without self control No longer shy truth not lie I could fry for divulging the slam Loose my friends and confidants For the sake of mistaking poetry for art But if freedom and release Is what I seek Then on this day Havoc wreak I stand on fickle hoarded stage And read my words from tortured page And rage against my weapons With dotted crosses Ironing out the botches With scalpel and shale beach rocks And feel the chill of deafening frost Nothing lost Nothing ventured Friendship mended Slam ended Can't even tell you Why or even if I penned this Or meant it The sentiment is endless For the reader to bend it Sorry but I felt duty bound to send this I honestly recommend it Slam me back Call me an old hack Its the only way of keeping track Or shelling the flack Otherwise i will keep coming back More black and blank With no 1 to thank And you can take that to the food bank