Slam poets
have found
a way to
take an already
annoying art form
and make it truly unbearable.
Slam poets
need to be
SLAMMED
between a dumptruck and a concrete wall.
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- Hilton Hightower
- Hilton Hightower is half-man, half-robot, half-carnivorous ninja pirate, but all poet. With over 30,000 poems written in his lifetime covering topics ranging from circus food to the labor divisions of modern America, Hilton manages to capture the anger of a man torn between his love of laughing gas and his hatred of hot dogs. This page features exclusive poetry written by the man Poem Critic magazine once called "Ginsberg dug up and reanimated with juices from the Devil's refrigerator."
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