A Writer's Spectacle
You tainted glass and filthy smut
Why is it that you're in this rut?
You write and write and still don't improve
So why do you say, "I'm a writer, it's true!"
I spit at your feet for this pitiful prose
You're a no good imbecile, and everyone knows
A disgrace and a fraud, that's who you are
Just shut up 'till death, and then you'll go far
I'm finished with you, now get out of my sight
I'll just find a better man who can actually write
Copyright © Cameron Leslie | Year Posted 2017
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