NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Twenty Three

Reasons I Fail at Slam Poetry

Ran 
out of
roommates to rake.


Suspect
for Occupying 
my own space.


Can't
champion cause
without foot notes.


My 
hip flask 
filled with caffeine.

Too 
many exes
scattered in scene.

One 
night stand
already turned many.


Already
turned 40
before twenty five.