BAD ART


I cannot believe how awful your poetry is.
It's like there's not an original work in your head,
a fluid way to tell a tale,
a viable form of expression.
You have only bad words,
poorly expressed
striving desperately to say something,
colossally failing every time.


Why must you torture your words so?
Why must you inflict us so?
you have not suffered enough for your art
to do this to us.
Just stop.
Stop writing.
Leave me alone.
That would be your kindest communication.

2005 - 2004 - Late 2003 - Early 2003 - Late 2002 - Early 2002 - 2001

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