Verbal DiarrheaA Poem by Joshua Carl Cruzself descriptive
Forced words are forced turds.
They burn, and they stink. They s**t on your prose, and clog up your poems. Compiling... while you silently think. So you write and you write, and you write to flush out all of the constipated thoughts from your literary bowels. You unravel your paper and write when you're about to wipe off those loose, dangling nuggets of doubt... You push and you push, (ouch) and you push and you push, (OUCH!) but you might as well write with a pen up your tush! Thy words are pure s**t and deserve what they get. My toilet is plugged up with awful poets.
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Added on August 26, 2015Last Updated on August 2, 2017 AuthorJoshua Carl CruzMexico City, D.F., MexicoAboutI've been working at figuring out what writing means to me. So far, it means just that, writing. A lot of it. more..Writing
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