The Initial.

here is your introduction to the juanucho cobbon sociedad de poesia. we are bosses, let's get that out of the way first. this really doesn't fit our credo but enjoy,
enjoy.

"jam I."

if i was dead with a gun to my head
in crossfire, friendly, of a poetry slam
what glam would you come in with?
What kind of uncle sam goddamn
Best shit ever written, righteous
like thirteen stripes eclipse fifty stars,
I am you and you are I, why?
do you know me, my mother?
well, shit mom, mother poetry
is destroying me.