You yearn to write in tortured prose?
Or struggle to know your nouns from verbs?
Untapped, untamed, a master of words?
Ready to share a red, red rose,
Empty your stomach, scatter your foes?
And so arise, writerly herds,
Load up those glistening, unpolished turds;
List all your troubles, list all your woes.
If grammar is hard, don't trouble yourself;
Don't struggle to spell your verbage;
In minutes you'll stack some wordage.
Oh, throw in some long ones to show off your wealth!
Then if its garbled and trite?
So what, they'll still say, "Great write!"
Author notes
Probably a leaving gift; I haven't yet read a poem here I didn't hate. Call me a snob.
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LMAO! I have that very problem, and yes people will always lie when they comment on a poem, Well not including me
I like your poem, very nice 
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