My stomach grows sick
of all these poets and artists
self procclaimed geniuses and
masters of the world
wallowing in their bohemian
misery and contempt
while pious in their fucking
snobby airs of those
who don't wear skinny jeans and
listen to their horrible music
songs they stole from us
and made their own
those pretentious fucks
These posers have nothing to
offer the world except
teenage suicide and love-sick
dribble that makes me vomit
in disgust
they know not of pain
or suffering
or lost dreams
except what they read in terrible novels
fuck them
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