SYNOPSIS: There's nothing worse at an open mike night than having to sit through other people's material while waiting to read your own. Nothing—except having someone heckle you. If the audience isn't bad enough, the cappuccino machine goes off at the worst possible moments. Is it mean-spirited, or is it actually revenge? Do some poets need to rewrite? Do others need to go home and stay there? See for yourself, as we pursue "poetic justice."