I may not be good for much in this world which seems to have forgotten us but armed with a handful of words I am capable of feats most people couldn't begin to imagine I talk to a lot of younger kids and they say I want to be a writer like you are trying to be and I say to them are you sure? because every form of art isolates us from humanity writing especially and the rejections pile up faster than the bills and calls from collection agencies and the doubt brings you down to rock bottom ever held a knife against your own throat? one slash away from a restful eternity and if you think you can do it - more power to you but just know that we're in the jungle and I might be your friend but it's just as likely that I get hungry and cannibalize you because the market is flooded and I don't need any more competition
not much of a poem, I know. But I'm feeling that good competitive drive which I've been missing lately. It's good to demand what you think is yours, and sometimes you have to knock a lot of people off of the ladder above you to reach the top. All is fair in love and words.