Stumbled upon an open mic
with liquor in my lobes
Recited lyrics at a cafe with
words, loud and jumbled
under dim, yet strobing lights
Absolut Tropicana: screwdriver
pre-mixed in a plastic
bottle bought in a bodega and a
liquor store shielded in glass
Band shirts worn, Nirvana
and My Chemical Romance
Alpha males deemed themselves
omegas as I took the mic and read
I was a screaming and radical bard
spending half my life developing
and defining my poetic voice
Traveled through New York
armed with a pen and MetroCard
I became that smart-assed wordsmith
sometimes soothing, often annoying
the status quo, be not afraid of this wizard
disguised as a drunken pioneer
Jacob R. Moses 