At The Slam
They said what’s your pronoun
He asked what they had
She rolled her eyes and said give it a rest
Here we’re all equally cursed and blessed
Well I’ll be dammed
At The Slam
There's comforting cushions to support your emojis
A non binary safe space for the culturally oppressed
No fascists or racists but cunning linguists aplenty
And full glasses you’d half expect to be empty
Tonight the bar is utterly rammed
At The Slam
If you’re anywhere on the spectrum
It’s performance therapy
Click your fingers or clap your hands
None of it rhymes and none of it scans
But it’ll all be up later on Instagram
At The Slam
Another cracker.