I went to a coffee shop the other day and while enjoying a hot Choc-O-Lat I was entertained by a poetry slam. I had never seen a poetry slam before. It was less entertaining than I had thought. No one really gets slammed at all. I guess poets would never just call it a poets contest.

This poetry slam did inspire me to write some prose of my own. Here it goes.

I want more stuff goddammit.
Why have one sleeve when I can have three?
Why have one bead when I can have many?
Why have one ass-bow when I can have layers?
Why? Why? Why?
Guttony!