How Bad Is It?
I am told that I am wasting my time writing
shit like this, which puzzles me because
I thought that shit was too good of a word
for what I write. So why, you might ask,
would I continue to do it? It, you might say,
is in my blood. And you say, worse than
shit in your blood? I mean like, how bad
can writing get? And I say, you don’t
want to know how bad it can get.
You have followed me this far, five
beats away from the future, and still
you don’t know how very, very bad
it can get. It keeps on going
after it’s supposed to end.