…so, he listened
lazily
to lady lyricists
lyrically link
love and lust
masterful men
make music with
the mic and their mouths
and seasoned specialists
successfully spit
sculptured
tales and truths
wonderfully weaving
words and worlds
between rhymes
and somewhere between
Roberta Flack and
the Fugees,
the crowd's
rendition of
Killing Me Softly
rang as a
relevant reverie
in his ears
the level of his
attention fluctuated
and he found his focus
fading in and out
when
"coming up next, we got a virgin to the mic"
faintly floated
through the weight around him…

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