The first time I heard the term "poetry slam", I pictured a guy standing on stage in a dimly lit coffeehouse, reciting his lines, while dodging flying tomatoes and being mercilessly heckled by the audience:
"You suck!"
"Transparently contrived dithyrambism!"
"Inept enjambment!"
"Derivative!"
"Iambic pentameter went out with Stevens!"
"Keep your day job!"
Sometimes, I still picture them that way.
"You suck!"
"Transparently contrived dithyrambism!"
"Inept enjambment!"
"Derivative!"
"Iambic pentameter went out with Stevens!"
"Keep your day job!"
Sometimes, I still picture them that way.

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Dr H
"So, I became an anarchist, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."
Dr H
"So, I became an anarchist, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."