Slam

by Poetess Lana   Jan 31, 2008


New and Improved
clean fresh
ink running across the
white pages
Words flowing from
mind to
hand to
pen to
paper to
voice to
slam to
ears of judges who
(for some odd reason)
judge me and my words
but never my mind
nines, tens, threes
drop the highest and lowest score
and add the other three
to get an imperfect
rating for a
New and Improved
clean fresh
free-flowing poem

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