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The transmitting of hysteria by way of poetry in the hands, of an unsuccessful writer, mind twisted with years of failure and bent on revenge against audiences skinny with the kudos, could have a devastating effect on the behaviour of gatherings large and small.The following piece describes the possible consequences

A POEM OF MASS DESTRUCTION

We walk through life on  our chosen track
try to influence each other, make indelible impact
My ambition as poet is to write and persistantly dwell
on wretched miserable stanzas that over and over regaled
will convince the listening punters how horribly they've failed.

In the beer fumed friendly ambience
of the Baum on a warm Sunday Night
deserved success will be mine at last...here on the open mic.
With an air of supreme confidence...I give it my best go
smiling faces crumble to the pessimistic flow.
the audience sitting mesmerised, is putty in my palm
little do they realise there's malice in my charm
I could tell from long drawn faces, unsmiling and morose
the climax to my solo spot...was coming to a close.

Fulfillment of the master plan, this fanatical ambition
triggered by the final line...brings my life's work to fruition
swaying uncontrollably...the crowd as one react 
by jumping out the window...spellbound in a suicide pact.