Friday 22 November 2013

#50 - I Don't Do Slam

It takes me three minutes just to take my trousers off.
How can I possibly compete?

I don't write to please an audience.
And I succeed.

My act is all about nuance. Without time for farting
my poems won't be properly contextualised.

I hate this idea of pitting artists against each other.
It's like... it's like Pokémon or something.

I don't need that sort of validation.
Retweet if you agree.

How can you score art?
How much out of thirty is the Mona Lisa worth? Or Keane?

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