i implore you,
to kindly shut the fuck up—
have no requirement of the foolish opinions
of an unimaginative soul
every time i use my cell phone—
i am not doing unintelligent, moronic things
as you presume
i am weaving words into whispered dreams,
crafting thoughts from stardust gleams
"You don't need to write all the time"—you say
but what would you know,
of the creative, unconventional and ingenious soul
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
