I went to my first poetry slam,
which took place in a coffee house down town.
I have to admit, I didn't even know what a slam was.
However, I went to experience the matter.
When I arrived I was asked; "Have you slammed before?"
I immediately thought of that time I got mad at my math teacher,
and slammed the book down on the desk.
Oh; but I didn't want these people to think I have a poor attitude, so I just said; (No)
The MC got up and announced the procedures.
I could feel my heart start to beat a little harder.
(one) then (two) then (three) people up.
OMG when is he going to call on me?
(eleven) (twelve) what the hell; did they forget I'm even here?
I was so wrapped up into listening to my own brain,
I didn't realize; he'd called my name.
Oh crap, I thought to myself,
as my daughter nudged me to get my butt up and go to the mic.
I think to myself,
I hope I don't have a heart attack?
I wonder if any of these people know CPR?
God; don't let that guy give me mouth to mouth!
The title of my poem is ...