Slam Poetry Is For Orangutangs!

The Orangutang: There once was a traditionalist, Who in his ignorance had missed The beauty of youth, The ever-changing truth! He's a typical fundamentalist! The Traditionalist: "I can't stand these kids and their slang! They are just looking for a bang! Their rhymes are funky, But so are monkeys!" - Did he just call me an orangutang? "These darn kids and this gosh darn slam, It may flow, but it's still a scam! If it ain't metered, Then it's petered! Why waste your ink scribbling flimflam?"