Never again will i try so fucking hard to write a poem or spell a word or use proper punctuation to please anal readers if I ever had a reader because i wrack my brain for rhyming words and meaningful contrived thoughts that become a fabrication anyway so i'll write whatever comes to mind first spontanious thoughts and words no cares no ends no periods no shit just wrapped fire spitting motion that shoots from nowhere (my brain) where i'm going where i've been where i've loved where i've lost where i fucked for the first time where i road my first bike where i crushed the rose bush thorns sticking in my 5 year old legs when i first jerked off oh no i can't say that but i just did to late theres no corrections here if i stumble on paper like i stumbled in life then this poem's a real peice of shit waste of paper so remember last week when i sat under the sun next to a resplendent waterfall next to a girl with voluptuous breats next to a girl who looked like a fairy next to the earth under the clouds in our own cloud of white smoke but i didnt fall down i floated up and twisted tingled in the warmth of days wisdom & spoke in non-word form to total stangers with blue eyes that can pierce crystal and pink tongues that can talk you under the stars even if we had to leave before sunset yellow emanation penetrating my glowing flesh staying with me your intoxicated smile white crooked teeth pointy ears long nose golden wings with an angelic tone and we were living in a peom and living a fairy tale destined to end gracefully why end at all?.......Now say that in one breath, good fucking luck.
Yes, readers are hard to please. They no longer understand that poetry and writing in general is hard work. And a comment such as, "It sucks," makes you wanna break their necks. Good luck, rebellious writer! Revolutionize poetry! :H
