At a poetry reading….

punches flew soon after a bearded burly man stood up and declared himself the messiah to the slow degeneration of man proclaimed that the true measure of a man is based upon the honorable sweat upon his brow that true men by God’s decree were meant to labor in fields the harder, the greater the rewards and that glory could not be found in books, cantaloupe-colored keyboards, blue screens and smoke-invested hippie joints to be fair, I thought he spoke like a true poet