Poetry is for the weak at heart
and the unstable minds
for the damaged heads at best
Don’t write
Don’t even listen
Don’t write out what’s on your mind
that is only for you to hear
Don’t listen to other people’s troubles
that only makes you open up to the world
Literature has only taught us that we are bound to repeat our past mistake
to toil and wallow in our own spit
and if someone tells you the opposite, it’s a lie
inspiration is a lie
Beauty is a joke
art is piss piss
pissing your life away
Don’t Write
Don’t even listen
you might hear something
and the unstable minds
for the damaged heads at best
Don’t write
Don’t even listen
Don’t write out what’s on your mind
that is only for you to hear
Don’t listen to other people’s troubles
that only makes you open up to the world
Literature has only taught us that we are bound to repeat our past mistake
to toil and wallow in our own spit
and if someone tells you the opposite, it’s a lie
inspiration is a lie
Beauty is a joke
art is piss piss
pissing your life away
Don’t Write
Don’t even listen
you might hear something
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