This past Saturday night, after a long day of chores and dragging kids to and from birthday parties and soccer games, when all I wanted to do was watch the Masters and collapse on the couch, I instead grumblingly followed the lead of my wife who had secured tickets to entertainment for the evening. It beat the couch. By a long shot.

We had the distinct pleasure of watching/absorbing Regie O’Hare Gibson perform his poetry. He’s a past National Poetry Slam champion, so you knew he was going to have some chops. But the man’s chops are so very serious. His poems were incredibly well written and beautifully performed, but also devilishly clever. When his message could have been delivered with justifiable anger, it always found its way via the wide-eyed wonder of sheer positivity.

If you have the chance to see him in your area, jump at the chance. In the meantime, view a sample below: