Most spoken word poetry

Is plain nonsense. I do not understand why people are so fascinated by this. It's usually some guy who is unshaven standing on a stage jitterbugging. He'll have on a funny hat and be leaning to his left side. His eyes will be closed and his hands will make odd gestures. Every few words the "poet" makes their voice louder. For the "poetry" itself, it is usually a bunch of jumbled words. Peoples' reactions are usually "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Easily impressed by some goof. Spoken word poetry is simple. Shit, I can even do it. Here's my attempt off the top of my head: I look for THE coffee grounds....on MY.....pillows of love....AND.....pencils of lust run through...MY genitals like....flies to SHIT.....but my main concern is MY hymen...which IS.....triangular....spectacular.....rectangular *crowd goes ooohhhhhhhhhh* you SEE it's I before E, except after C, cups of juice in MY hands...feel like DIAMONDS of A white woman who IS half black. There. Simple. I am Baliwala. I am poetry in motion. That is all.