a gaggle of writers
is like the
thanksgiving day parade
their egos floating
above the city
demanding to be seen
cockamamie idiots
recycling the same tropes
expected to be recognized
as the geniuses
they have stolen from
they make me sick
self aggrandizing
constantly shilling
begging for attention
while churning out
tepid trash
by the flaming wheelbarrow
it makes me nauseous
whoring myself
once every couple months
for pennies
when all i care about
is the next piece
screaming for release
they are neither starving
nor are they artists
but you’ll never
hear them admit it
as they shove more
into their open mouths
hoping to shit out
the next great novel