poem for kiss ass candycoated wanna poets who thrive on molesting the grand art of writing

hahahahahahahaha....
i see you pondering the next word
while your dog or cat farts all around
your picasso/dali infected room,
wild horses ride in an estranged horizon
& fucked up flowers bloom.
probably on acid & crack cocaine,
to dissolve the mental pain.
of trying to be a poet.
fuck yous all..
even dylan thomas would say that
if he were alive with whiskey in hand
& on his other,his cheap other half.
arthur rimbaud would turn straight once
he became a generic zombie,
because of your welfare antics
that kill literal history.
there is no true poet left,
even charles bukowski said it
before his death.
did you know jesus christ was a
cheap ass nigger kike???
thats is what i truly like...
welcome to your own instilled nightmare
where i am master
& you are slave...
now fucking behave & quit fucking
trying to be a writer...
you are all rich snobby pretentious
little fucks anyways...
hahahahahahahahahahahaha