See you in Hell

I once wrote for others
chaps so full of literature,
they would puke sonnets.

Women with legs
wearing beautiful stockings
looking like Ballads.

But they never read.
They were so full of themselves

and I wasn’t full of myself anywhere,
It took me a year of my life
to realize that
I won’t be full of myself
anytime soon.

You fuckers reading this.
Let me know,
When I’m Done.