Dee Snider? Are we talking about the Dee, singer for the long-extinct hair bangers who gave us “We’re Not Gonna Take It” and “I Wanna Rock”? Nah, sorry. We’re talking about D.C.’s Dee Snyder, a performance poet, monologist, satirist, writer, and sometime punk-rock singer and drummer. But like Snider, Snyder is one twisted sister; anybody who’d title a collection of poetry Wake Me Up and F*** Me or give her poems names like “Who’s the Pussy?” obviously understands the importance of good old-fashioned shock value. Snyder’s a longtime supporter and mainstay of the D.C. poetry scene—she’s been hosting Club Heaven and Hell’s weekly open mike for a while now—which means she’s probably on a first-name basis with every drunk in the city. But seriously: In a town as practiced as this one at using words to obfuscate the truth, we need every damn poet we can get. Tonight, Snyder’s open mike begins at 7:30 p.m. at the District of Columbia Arts Center, 2438 18th St. NW. Free. (202) 462-7833. (Michael Little)