The Wildside Lounge

if you’re here for an english 101 lesson

on the literary profession

or a starbucks cafe luncheon

with scholarly discussion

then you’re in the wrong place

if you’re here for a 3 keg drinkin’

brain cell count sinkin’

one half night standin’

underhanded romancin’

rum and coke spicin’

freaknik enticin’

night on the town

then you’re in definitely in the wrong place

this here’s the wildside lounge

where hungry poets scrounge and scrap for

artistic meals to feed their overwhelming hunger

and seek out open mic sessions

that let us teach lyric lessons

rhyme and reason force artwork into university treason

droppin’ verbal shells that keep our clientele bleedin’

and its always huntin’ season

students be actin’ fowl

so we maintain our midnight prowl

in search of a campus home

that we can truly call our own

written words come to life when spoken aloud

calling all poets

calling all poets

calling out to all you writers

dreamers

believers

teachers and preachers

professors of wisdom

protectors of expressions

guardians of creativity

craftsmen of vision

all you muses

lyracists

catchers of dreams

verbal musicians

composers of passion

keepers of the faith

calling out to all you poets worldwide

hope you’re ready to get wild

as we put our verbal smack down

cause for one night only

the circus is in town

hey y’all

look around

the circus in town

the circus is the town

and you never get out of town