A poem about untalented writers.
|Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah!
A whole lot of words that mean blah blah blah blah!
The spots on white paper read la de da dah.
Useless ideas written down with a pen,
about how you're damaged again and again.
So somebody cheated because you are dull.
Keep your thoughts to yourself, when upon them you mull.
You're wasting my time writing things that don't matter,
empty days that have fled, you'll continually chatter!
Why don't you come up with a topic worth reading,
instead of your words of continuous bleeding.
A waste of good flesh, you need a good slapping!
Why can't you shut up, and stop the lip flapping!
It's time for your thoughts to go into the bin,
yet you hit me with torture, and plague with your sin.
So take my advice, and lock down your jaw,
and forget about writing, blah blah blah blah blah!