i reminisce

I did my first open mic at the Phoenix Center For The Arts tonight. This is the poem I did.

 

i always wanted to be a poet,

a washed up wanna be,

with whore friends,

i would be paid to read my poems,

to them and their boyfriends,

i would confess to their murder,

of the filthy spirit in their pants,

then swallow some scotch,

and puke more words on them,

they would laugh out loud,

point their finger at the door,

say get the fuck out buddha,

then they would leave,

and i would count my tips.

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