sad hours 2

still talking to her.
she tells me she does not really care
for poetry.
fuck the poets.
they're nothing. they're unemployed.
they're the artists I highly dislike and
they're worst than acoustic guitar players on some
college compound.
they grow their hair too long (their facial hair too)
and listen to their ipods and talk about all things political
like stem cell research and organic foods.
fuck the poets.
nobody cares for poetry.
nobody cares for acoustic guitar players with
long hair but
dumb blondes.
and the poets and the poets and the
poets...