Avant garde, no?

... when I was mocking gritty urban street poetry at this spoken word thing I went to with Desmond D. Danger.

I said, "Here is my gritty urban street poem:

I was at a graveyard,
Doing smack,
Going hard,
Can't go back.

What do you think?"

He said, "That is pretty gritty, but you need to say fuck every now and then, and you have to say it louder than everything else."

AND THEN the poetry began and all of the cliches were realised.

I was at a FUCKing graveyard,
Snorting lines,
Going so hard,
Cos I don't pay my FUCKing parking fines

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