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It Ain't Me, Babe

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don't mind me
I'm taking my cue from the old
Flip Wilson show
where I can best see poets on stage
doing their thing under a solo spotlight
I'm quite alright
got my 
booth in the back in the corner in the dark
sittin' with Sanford and son
we ordered a bottle of
Champipple
they was out of regular Ripple
what kind of joint is this?
not sure where I am
sign outside said
poetry slam
and thought it was some kind of steel cage match
poets lose
if they come out without a scratch
words are supposed to slice and dice
not once
but twice
lines 
designed to pin me to the mat
sign outside the door
says 
poetry slam
so
this is where I'm at
in the booth in the back in the corner in the dark
hiding
cause I ain't got no decent poetry 
don't want a thousand pair of eyes staring at me
as reluctantly I stand on this stage
under a hot solo spotlight
loosening my collar
sweat
making my shirt feel tight
glad it ain't me up there
in the cut is where I should be
watching
snapping my fingers to some other dudes poetry
would've snapped my fingers to 
Darius Lovehall's 
Love Jones
back in the day
and if my name is called
ain't no way I'm gonna get up on that stage
and spit words I didn't prepare
standing with knees shaking
as a microphone dangles from midair
I ain't signing up for no
poetry slam
in the booth in the back in the corner in the dark
is where I am...

thank you, audience
hope you liked this piece...

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