I rise Just to fall again Slam again Betray my friend Who is just there On the end Doing their little best.
Why are you not like the rest? Why do you keeping passing or, is it failing, This test? When it’s clear you’re not wanted Not needed Not heeded.
You’re not meant to roam You’re meant to head home Bruised and battered As you are
…a slam poem for my broken pinky toe that I slammed again this morning.
