Most Writers Are Beyond Reproach

I’m not most writers

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Most writers are beyond reproach —
they find their Muse
of the day, write their
lines, and are grateful
for whatever reads
and claps come
their way

They pin their boosted
ditties on their wall,
make a list of their
Boosts, and try to
encourage those
more beneficent
gods

But I’m not most writers.

For starters I’m perverse,
I’ve got a bee in my ass,
and if I’ve been boosted
ten times, I’m asking
where my eleventh is

And if a poem or satire has totally
flopped, then I neither agree
with fate nor the algorithm
and will pin my failure on my
wall for all to relish

Should I chill out? Yes.
Will I chill out? God no.