A Poem

Spoken Word poet Fez5 performs an original composition at the most recent Nod Club Poetry Slam Open Mike Night and Marijuana Recipe Exchange

the lights dim except for a solitary red spot shining on Fez5, a person of indeterminate age, heritage, gender, and possibly species, wearing some very dark glasses.

"Thanks y'all. Peace."

"A!! A is for A says me.
For Aces. So black, so white. But that doesn't matter
as a matter of fact what matters is what's the matter with...
the Aces."

Fez5 pulls out a bongo drum from beneath his/her/its poncho. Possibly a Mexican poncho, but quite possibly also a Sears poncho purchased at a steep discount at a recent clearance sale at the Scarboro Town Centre location.

Fez hits the bongo a single time, then holds it up with one hand and continues, speaking directly to it.

"A gathering of men. Men who gather, I gather, to shoot pucks and cut ice.
But that doesn't cut any ice with me.
Not until a W appears.
W!! for wednesday
W!!! for winter
W!!!! for win, terminating
this string of woe."

The bongo disappears back into the possibly Mexican poncho.

"F!! is for five. The number of times these Ace men have fallen.
Fallen and not gotten up. What the F, Aces? Have you
forgotten how to W?
and don't talk to me of ties. Ties are for
business men
hockey men don't wear ties. "

Fez takes off the dark glasses and makes a disgusted face. The bongo falls to the ground with a sad 'bop' and lays at his feet.

"I mean come on! You seein' this shit? Only half the team showin' up and half of them showin' up late? I got money on these clowns, yo. And they not even takin' it serious! Damn."

Fez kicks the bongo into the crowd and stomps off.

Latest results: Warriors 6, Aces 5 with a couple of posts hit in the final 60 seconds.

Sorry, Fez. We can do better.