Critical Slam

Capital of Culture Come gather the vultures The Ultras Pro choice Who reverberate to the sound of critical voice They seed that which is worthy to read Robotic mite's of the proverbial art They play no part in writing Reciting guild's of old They make or break Jack or Jill And what will fill Or fits the bill Of this year's manic street preacher's Rights of passage Managing critical mass Appeal of form the itch doth scratch Like pink roof insulation Under which the heat sealed in The roof of logic would otherwise dissipate Bated by the common collective A studious Prefect of a high school blazer A self of superiority created Peers did not give So they live spuriously out a sense of insecurity Revenge cast on the scar's that last Into adulthood So they seek popularity Revel in the power Putting down allows ya Residing on an Ivory Tower Of golden showers