If It Lands on the Pavement Is It A Slam Poem?

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It's hectic, spastic,
and I'll trip the in the light. Fantastic.
Run into the wall, make a
CRASH and then
my thoughts would flow freely
from the GASH in my forehead.
Wanting CASH needing a CAST
moving too FAST can't seem to
let go of this PAST something I can't
PASS. GO COLLECT $200 or so.
And tell me this.
Can you stand the heat?
Handle the truth?
You can't handle the kitchen!
Get out of the truth!
I can try to wring more words
from a sex-addled brain but they're
WASTED, time isn't wasted
getting it, getting fit...
I'm getting shit.

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