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You Probably Don't Belong Here

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;


writing.


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,

could it?


No,

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


Because,


I

am

not

a

writer.


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.


-C.H.





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