I really think it's great, I said.
As I posted my first, lone thread.
Fingers numb from clacking keys,
I really hope that someone sees,
my efforts large, to try and scribe,
a story that really seems alive.
Recline in my chair, the work is done!
the black and white treasure of finger and thumb.
I say to myself,"Time to rest, unwind"
A trip to the kitchen to pass the time.
On my return the smile is wiped clean,
tis the end of gold stared dreams.
The grammars wrong, nothings right,
my characters; lack creative might,
in my rage i send text back.
To fend from such a dark attack.
But to no avail, not one bit.
Everyone thinks my stories' shit.
