The slam went badly, oh, maybe I am
Not very good, not as good as those guys
Who have perfected their persona, bam!
It’s all an act, their persons in disguise
An act with funny voices and the eyes
Connecting with the drunk folk here and there
And if you’re northern, then it seems the prize
Is easier. What if you’re from nowhere
Then you don’t fit in. When you’re in the glare
And if you’ve not rehearsed, then you’ll be slammed
Never mind, it’s experience. I’m wise
After the event, the wit of the stair-
Case. Anyway, tomorrow night I am
Performing again, dodging custard pies.
Wed 18 June 2008
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