slam verse
is an alcoholic's paint splattered canvas
you could torch it all too easily
but it's there, the prized possession
and hanging
of art collectors around the world,
god rest his soul.

the direction of the paint
to the surface
was sincere and inevitable,
a sure thing of time
and a frustrated effort
indeed.

but there's just something so
****** up
about that,
that it hangs in a museum
and you guard it with your life

your misdeeds are noted.

a miscreant strife.