The negro swaggered onto the stage of the Underground Slam Poety Showdown, brought to you by Nike. A variety of diverse and queer talents had already vented their controversial opinions, in front of thousands happily agreeing audience members, while it was live-streamed as part of YouTube's Pride Month programming. "Fuck the man!" He SHOUTED. They cheered in agreement. "Fuck corporate America!" They howled with oppressed anger. He sipped a Vitamin Water. "This here's a poem I wrote, it's real, and its angry, cuz fuck it, I'm just a broke ass-nigger from the streets, people don't know how it be out there. We ain't got nothing out there!" His head turned down so that the visor of his Louis Vuitton had shaded his eyes. He looked up, and began his poem. "Fuck you white man. I look into your white man eyes, And I see nothing but white devil lies. Fuck you white man, We built them pyramids, What the fuck you crackahs ever didz? White man is ugly, While man can't sing, White man refuse to call me a KING! We made Detroit what it is today, And we did it with white slave master pay. Fuck it, I'm out." The audience stood and cheered.