Like two people had complimented my writings so far
And it had already gotten to my head.
I’ve always been a sucker for flattery.
The only problem was,
I didn’t know why I was still doing it;
I had definitely said a lot of shit,
mostly about nothing.
I just sat down,
had something to drink,
and vented about whatever it was I was feeling at that time.
This couldn’t be art,
I don’t think so.
It was way too easy.
It was just shitty writing.
Let me say this loud and clear for the folks in the back,
I AM NOT A WRITER!
I am just a dude who likes to type.
And for some reason, that I didn’t really understand,
I was sharing it with y’all.
“When writers don’t know what to write about, they write about writing”
-Some Asshole Writer Who's Name I Can't Remember Right Now
Well here is a big ‘Fuck You’ to whomever said that gem of wisdom.
Obviously this didn’t apply to me
And like it says on this website,
a few inches above a giant picture of myself,
you probably don’t belong here.
So I think this is a fine poem
and not bad for a guy who isn't really a writer.