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I've started going to my poetry night again. I figure I need to do this whole, "networking" business if I'm to get anywhere. There's a five word challenge. The audience suggests five words, then have 12 or so minutes to write a poem and read it out. I did so (I almost always take part,) and won for the first time last night. A free pint, a notebook, and two poetry books. Huzzah! My poem. Fly Banana Fly Banana Creation goes in a direction you cannot imagine. Life! Now that’s predictable. Birth, death, struggle, TV, joy! Procreation if you’re lucky, Not if you’re gay, Not if you take the bus to work on a cold, foggy morning. TV if your aerial happens to point the right way. Rewriting plays, Inputting invoices, Life is your sport. No! Meddle in life. gently caress it all up. Fly banana. Be your own worth. Edit: The five words were; “Banana,” “Fly,” “Creation,” “Direction,” and “Bus.”
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