F*(k the Fake A*s Writers

 

I don’t need the lime light to rhyme right. Forget the fame.

People need to read. They don’t need to know my name.

People call themselves poets, but they’re just a bunch of fakers.

Most stray from deep thought like a bunch of forsakers.

It breaks my heart to know most writers are retarded.

It seems the real artists are dearly departed.

So what’s next for this jaded generation?

What whack a*s writer will be the next sensation?

I dare not think of how poetry has faltered.

Superficial mind states have the whole scene altered.

Reviews

[Dianah]

A brilliant play on words. The title drew me in. So true. The words are definately more important than the wordsmith. Well penned.

[Dana Shefelbine]

couldn't agree more.