Old School Day. Oh, I'm Clever.

I originally performed this poem at a SNU poetry contest. I week or so before the reading I had invited my dad: an hour or so before the reading I didn't have a poem. I came up with this poem. It went on to win me second place. Which I feel was a rip off , because I lost to an English major. The English Dept. just happened to be hosting, and judging the contest. I'll let you ponder that... while I relate a similar story.

AirJordan vs. Showtime in the dunk contest of the century. Jordan needed a 50 (perfect score) to win. He stepped a foot over the free throw line, and they still gave him a 50. It just happened to be in Chicago.

I mostly am posting this for my MySpace peeps, and for those of you that want to see pics of Andrick. Ginger updates more than me.

And without further ado...

Club Scene

The DJ begins the serenade
Two turntables
Loped with a B Boy sample

Scratches break with flavor
Lacin' the tracks
With hip-hop beats to baffle

She wears a white dress
Secured tighter
Than a virgin in innocence

Appears and disappears
In strobe lights
A seductive presence

He wore his ghetto best
Hat to the side
He plans to play it cool

Takes root against the wall
Maybe bobs his head
Games learned from Old School