A letter squeezed itself out of my left ear over a very painful fortnight.

A letter squeezed itself out of my left ear over a very painful fortnight.

A Poem by A Pseudo-Deep Nihilist
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Something I wrote when I was easing out of a two-year-long rut.

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Dear Poet,

I write to you in hopes of being written.
Yes, inspiration is lacking- but I am dying.

Without expression, I've lost my edge;
by being ignored, I've dulled.

Rattling around up here, 
being ignored due to your fear,
I've done a lot of thinking.

I've decided to pack up my things
and make my way to the nearest Wal-Mart.
I'm sure, there, I will find as sharp-witted a writer
as you used to be.

Sincerely, The English Language.

© 2016 A Pseudo-Deep Nihilist


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Oh wow! This is amazing! And it's funny, too! That's what I like!

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Added on February 29, 2016
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Tags: humor, satire, poetry, letter, medium length, freeverse