Someone insulted my ability to write.
Oh those who pretend
You ignorant piece of shit
I see you assume yourself better
On a writers throne you sit
You don’t have the courage
To show your writers name
This simple gutless statement
Shows that you are lame
You clearly lack the skill
The balls or the will
To do what I can do
I’m slip sliding along
But you are standing still
A real writer simply writes
And gets his point across
But I’ve exposed your weakness
Under your stagnant feet
Grows filth and stink and moss
See I’ve got vocabulary
Filling my toolbox
You just have a head
Filled up inside with rocks
Hide behind your shame
That’s alright with me
I’ve got a suggestion
To ease your futility
Go visit my profile
Pick a story prose or verse
Perhaps your mind will open
Your opinion should reverse
But due to your simple minded state
It will probably just grow worse
So before you open up that mouth
Try to use your mind
Pull it out and wipe it off
Out of your behind
You see I create
While you repeat
Knowledge of others burden
I don’t borrow
And plagiarize
I write and think with my own two eyes
I imagine and realize
How to get touchy matters
In print for all to see
I have a gift you can’t acquire
Your mind cannot be free
I follow my own rules
I’m on a path to greatness
One you’ll never enjoy
The fun about the writing
Is to treat it like a toy
I’m building a legacy
You do not dictate
The direction of my fate
In a few years
I’ll be a millionaire
And you’ll still be sitting
In your duct taped chair
As I told you
I’ve got courage
To step outside the box
But you’ve still got the baggage
Of a head that’s filled with rocks
See my options are many
Yours’ a simple few
And if you’re smart
You’ll emulate me
And do like I do.
I realize you won’t
You are a simple minded dud
Even if my writing
Has a resounding thud
At least I’ll say I’ve tried
While your head was in the mud
You see you have to have a leader
A trail blazer against the grain
I’ll keep breaking new ground
With my Bo Jack train
Comedy romance fantasy
I can do it all
Or I write about sports
And the bouncing of a ball
I’ll write about upstairs
I’ll write about free will
I’ll write about God’s beauty
The mountains or the sky
I’ll write about redemption
And the Evil ones eye
Don’t be so audacious
To attack this writer’s heart
And never challenge me
I’ll tear you all apart
I’m the real writer
You and your conceit
Suck
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