Angst-ridden young poets will wander Wisconsin Avenue whining for office workers to please buy their chap books. The real writers will go to another city where they are appreciated. Without the poets, other artists are sure to follow in protest, Milwaukee will be just another schmaltzy Midwestern town full of Potsie Webers and La Verne Defazzios that nobody cool is going to want to visit. We'll go to El Lay, you know, Los Angeles. L.A. is closer to Mexico.
Steroids are cheap in Mexico.
The poets are going to need a lot of steroids. Then we'll take over the wrestling palace, the Olympic Auditorium. That's one time the steroids might come in handy. The Olympic's kind of a big place. Each poet reads two poems.