Don’t read this poem

NO really
don’t read it cause it will depress you
and if it doesn’t – it should

In this southern barn (now a gentrified book store)
You’re the third to make such an outrageous fuss about minutiae
As though this piece of dust shares equal weight
with all of the Land Wars in Asia
The soulful lamentation of nothing important

Hon
auoterotica isn’t nearly as intriguing to the rest of us
we’ve had sex and made babies

I get it
No really – i get it
you’re vegan
you’re gay
you’re depressed

But when you’re done sniggering into your handkerchief
totally elated with your bold venture of confessing your sins in public
just remember
writing isn’t about you
it’s about the story that you tell to your audience

Yeah the first ten thousand stories about
insufferable whining pigs
rooting the loam for a gem of fungal delight
was an entertainment
but. . .

And the worst part
your writing is just. . .
bad

Published by

Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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