"Life is like a bad slam poem, you keep waiting for a turn that never comes."
"No. Life is like a bad slam poem. No matter how bad it sucks, someone is going to look you in the eye and say you were brave just to participate."
"Naw, bro. Life is like a bad slam poem, it's incredibly short but seems to last forever."
"That's some trite shit. Your simile is like a bad slam poem. Trite shit."
"Yea? Well, your dick is like a bad slam poem."
"Your breath is like a bad slam poem. It stinks, and most people don't care that it exists."
"Your mama is like a bad slam poem. Fucking her is funny at first but it always ends up sad in the end."
"Your dick is like a Louder Than A Bomb poem on iWPS finals stage. Everybody says it's cute but ain't no one got time for that shit."
"Your dick is like a misogynist slam poem. If it weren't for The Patriarchy, someone would have cut your shit off as soon as you opened your mouth."
"Yea, well your sex is like YOUR poetry. It was better when Saul Williams did it."
"That ain't right. Your sex is like a group piece. Too much choreography, and better as a concept than in practice."
"Your life is like a group piece. Your parents worked on it for nine months and it's been giving them disappointing results ever since."