Keep your “contribution,” it’s nothing to me,
A dropped stone in a void, lost in the sea.
Did you just read some **** and think,
I could do that? I just need a link or a site to **** on. Well, please move along.
Some stupid English class assignment gone
ALL wrong

Did you even feel  something between football practice basket ball and track
Please *** up your ****** unwanted work and take it all the
the **** back.
Was Mommie on the rag?  Daddy drunk again?  did you have to finally feel something ?
the fire in the pen,
Or just take the words and play pretend?
You think your pain is some bold creation,
When it’s just a shallow, weak imitation.

Did you sit there, scribbling on your page,
Thinking you grasped something, anything? Did you feel something and confuse it for rage?
That half-assed poem, that scribbled pedantic cry,
Like you could speak for truth, just 'cause you "tried."

**** your tired themes of lost and found,

What would you know about a battleground or anything worth saying
You'd be better off silent in your little room
Spend more of your wasted time
just "praying ."
You think you’ve got the depth to try and break the norm,
All you do is whimper or hide behind a form.

Haiku? Whoop tee frickin' do. They must all be so proud
of you.