I didn't think it was possible for anyone to be so pitiful until I discovered you and your pathetic drivel

You attack other writers who have talent and a fan base because all you can manage are scribbles

Maybe your mother should have used a coat hanger to pull your fetus right out

Then none of us would have to read your wasteful words and the **** you preach about

*******, you're pathetic and you should give up on writing
You're worthless and dull, there's no point in you fighting

*Eat some potatoes and drink some whiskey
Shut your mouth, and die

You ****, and your dad should have kicked your *** a lot more, as a kid

Then maybe you wouldn't be such a sad *****

I found a four leaf clover hoping it would help me write
But I just kept writing haikus and other short, miserable *****
So I made a big spit about vanity, and how all other poets were lame
Spewing all my most petulant thoughts, and in time, soiling my name

But although I'm now seen as a fool,
a sad, childish, pathetic clown
I'm still trying to pretend I'm cool
And attempting to bring you all down

Education never made it passed basic spelling
But I still hope to write words at least somewhat compelling
It's unfair and you ****, all your words are so old
Stay away from my rainbow and my *** of gold!