All I got for you today,
and tomorrow,
and the day before that.
Was a cluster of emotions and lack luster words.
No day will ever be different.
I am a hack!
You are the abused!
My duty was some sorts an easy one.
And my ****** nature has come to nothing.
We've gained nothing!
No insight, not even a trivial hint at understanding.
One year has nearly passed, and seriously I've squandered our time.
"Writing", "poetry", ****.
I am sorry!
My ego and sensitivity has gotten us further down the rabbit hole.
Elegantly telling the future and the drawbacks.
Instead I've haphazardly struggle to cope with concepts,
and with that I'd drugged thousands into thinking I could do something.
Well my thousands I don't think I should do that to you anymore.
No more should I keep on going.
I will stop, because a hack can never stand the same ground as true poets.
Soon I will cease to exist and to your pleasure good bye.
Rejoice in the freedom that I no longer waste.
Enjoy your idle times in better tidings.
Some where else, without me.