Another Read-meet

The afternoon was, in a sense,
unlike those other read meets.
For, it was in a garden, and one sat
on a tentwallah's red seats.

While all around, everything
was really green,
the afternoon however was
not so serene....

Distorted by voices...

Of some who were poets
with verse to really show,
and some who only thought
they were so.

Of some writers
whose work was truly hot
and some others
whose were, sometimes not,

Now before I am dunked, in that oilpot full of fries
or even get booted out of ryze
No, this aint no bow with no goodbyes
but to say everyone here with their heart tries.