“All real writers are published”
Hang on a second, that statement’s wrong!
What say you of bloggers, huh?
Can poets not come tag along?
“Ha! We scoff with tilted heads”
“Real writers do those on the side”
“We know that true art lies in sales”
“For money validates our stride”
“So please, a blogger? Some stupid poem?”
“You think that these can pay the bills?”
“Don’t make me laugh, you amateur”
“Just the thought gives me the chills”
Bite your tongue, pretentious fool!
It’s not for funds, why true arts made
Passion, love guides pen and brush
‘Tis by-product, when we get paid
And cut! Fake convo ends as Matt chimes in
On wars of words, “label” affairs
I cannot help but ask them this:
WHO THE FLY’D FUCK EVEN CARES?
Just shut up and write, you dweebs.
How the World Should Work 