Naive, innocent me... Never fucked Not once rapped Never made love- What a poor ass poet I make. Young, unexperienced me... You can't call what I do living- Never smoked a joint Or tripped on acid- Never been arrested. What a poor excuse for I poet I am. Lacking intensity, true emotion... My poems lack Any true attraction- Hollow, I believe That's what you called them- Nothing worth reading, I believe I didn't mis-quote you. To you The only honest person I believe you called yourself- I hope I put enough whining in And lack of literary intelligence So you wouldn't be disappointed In my inferiority.
Reason for writing:
To my gracious critic. Thanks for that LOVELY e-mail..hope this was everything you thought it would be.
Birth sign: Gemini
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