Monday, January 28, 2008

Poem About Poets Who Talk Too Much

I don't care about what you have to say
Nobody cares about what you have to say
You talk to loud, you talk to fast
Everything probably rhymes which is gay
it is gay. Do you hear what I say?
I say what I may
so go fuck yourself.

Nobody cares about what you have to say
You'll work your jobs
and nobody will care.
Nothing will change
and nobody will care.
Your five minutes of fame ended
in third grade
and I'm gonna break your heart
your teaching didn't care either.

Nobody cares about politics
or hippies
or your books
or your magazines
nobody cares about your environment
or your library
or your beards
nobody cares about your hip
nobody cares about your hop
but we should care about the weather
nobody cares about your literary blogs
or your photographs
or your rock and roll bands
nobody cares about what you have to say
and nobody ever will.


Dr. Weezil said...

So why write?

Publisher said...

take whichever answer you want:

"If you have to ask that then you shouldn't be writing"


"to get laid"