Sometimes the spoken word can get downright gladitorial. The rhymes go from good to bad, from bad to verse, the syllables bubbling a troubled hubbub of hubris and humility until one teamed marvel, judge, emerges triumphant as a 17-year-cicada with a larval grudge. Buzz on over, catch these mages of rage and sagacity, the fractious action wracking and rocking a storied stage.
