Nobody
Nobody
Nobody understands
my pain
*sigh*
Not even me
"That should be I...not even I."
"Fuck you."
"Go to hell, you unappreciative little bastard. I'm
trying to teach you proper grammar."
"Fuck you. How's that for grammar?"
"Grow up."
"You're the one who can't just accept poetry the way it comes out."
"Well, you're the one who wrote it
wrong."
"You're the bigger asshole, Mr. Grammarian."
"Yes, yes, I know I am. I've been working on
that."
"Go the fuck back to work. I'm trying to write."
"Me fucking too."
"Well, you suck. Stop writing. Do something else."
"Fuck you. You suck."
"At least I know I suck. You're always getting angry about everything,
pretending not to be a nice decent guy because you don't want to get hurt. Sure,
you know grammar rules. Whooptiedoo, you know they're meaningless nowadays!
Frankly, your head's so big, it scares me."
"I'm sorry."
"Me too. That wasn't nice."
"You're right...Let's make up."
"Kiss?"
"Yeah, okay. And 'me' was a better choice in that
poem."
And that's the way we write poetry.
Wait...Maybe I was better?
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