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Listen up, you Fucking simpletons.

Every so often, I get jaded and sick of everyone’s shit. I hate browsing around poetry blogs and seeing nothing but trash. A weak and loose free verse with too many line breaks and not enough substance. No structure, rhythm, or any kind of sensual context and no, writing two three-word lines about a kiss is not poetry. Especially non-sequitur kind of words with little in common and in a suspicious order. Fuck! Don’t get me started on haikus. I’m even sick of seeing my own work sometimes, and especially sick of this illness without my medicine, likely the cause of this meltdown. I have no health insurance and can’t afford $2,000 a month working as a writer! But there’s a solution. At least for me. I’m going to read a favourite poem. You should too. Maybe I’ll apologise to half of the poetry blog community when I am safe to reenter society. I need my fucking meds! And sleep for once! Dammit. Sorry.

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  1. I feel your meltdown pain. Maybe there’s something in the air, because likewise here, only not because of meds but because of mood disorder I think? (That sux, btw, about the meds. Very hard to comprehend for me too, as in NZ its all heavily subsided by the government.) Don’t apologise for your critique, if anything, it makes for good writing and interesting reading.
    Ah pain and sorrow. It’s like crack to a writer. Or is that just me?

    P.s. This is my favourite blog title. Ever 😂

    1. Hahahaha. That helped my stress. As far as crack, I prefer the real deal. And thank you, I’m a former heroin user but have a sense of humour about it!

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