You work on art.....
Just so they can take you apart....
You restart
That poem again
But when
You think came up with something half decent it ends up in
The waste paper bin.....
Your so clever
But you can't deliver
Yourself a win....
Face it
your shit
At being poet
And you know it
So
Throw
In the towel now.....
Just do it!
A get gun an put a god damn bullet in your head!
Because your no matter then dead.....
