Microphone Poem by Kris Smith

O'microphone, how stable you stand/as you help me release thoughts once I put you in my hand/proceed a microphone check/known microphone tech/poetry slam after slam, a microphone vet/that black, electronic device/that helps me contribute advice/and motivate and touch hearts, test if it sounds nice/microphone, microphone/helps me make my cycle known/cycle to compete for the title and make my title known/the mic's a bystander and the mic can be a blessing/to recite your skills on stage,1,2,3, contesting/the mic can be dangerous/to those that's ashamed to buss/a flow or two, afraid the crowd's gonna say'You're lame to us! '/the microphone's the method/to depict while you tell it/and tell it how you wanna tell it/chance to prove a point and nail it/it's so cooperative with The Word Around Town Tour/chance to make voices heard, perfect for a sound tour/microphone check/man, I gots to wreck/lyrically, as I stand with something nice around my neck/like was quoted off a song from the 90's/something that's gonna remind me/while I rock the mic that's gonna define me/of who I am when I speak/I'd be damn if I sleep/on a chance to go rock a poetry slam so unique/1,2,3, testing/spoken word's what I'm suggesting/poetic words of wisdom, lyrical lesson/microphone, microphone/gotta make my title known/of how it's going down and these haters want my title blown/o'microphone, you and me gonna set it off together/and always make the crowd applaud together