Slash and Burn

You didn't come to hear me wax rhapsodic about some episode from decades back

You didn't come to hear some long-haired lexicographer empty out his word sack

You didn't come to be regaled by a clever new twist on a classic theme, or hear the

Benisons of ancient wisdom invoked by some troubadour in their teens

You didn't come for diaphanous insight

You just came to shimmy and turn

You just want to cut loose on the dance floor

You want to slash and burn

Want to give me poetry? Put away your paper and pen

Want to give Shakespeare a run for his money? Just let your hair fall across your face again