do you
poet
know how absurd you are
as it is critical to your survival
and the endeavor to be heard
ovid playing dress up
you’re not the first depressive writer
hell
you’re not even the millionth
the whining of the pompous is uninteresting
so buck up you sappy fuck
and look to the fundamentals
you should be boot kicked for using the word “very” in a poem
i cease to find your writing profound
if knowing when to use the words
that
which
who and whom
stumps the shit out of you