Pub Licker

Before you read this. I have have nothing to do with these kinds of people. And I know there are great publishers out there who I have lots of respect for. So this is not in general whatsoever. And despite what I write here I do plan on being published someday.Oh and if you went or are going to college for writing that is awsome. This is not general on that it's to those who think they are mightier than anyone else because they went to college for creative writing or something. So here it is, Oh and there is an offensive bad word in this write so you are warned!....


Correct me if I’m write
Be the expert in this gray matter
Little do you realize these errors were meant to exist
Persistence upon enigmatic royalty
Flaws having purpose
Deeming fraudulence to your own made up tragedy

Edit your own inner belligerence
For you it’s just words after all
Just leave mine alone
Personal in these methods
In these expressions I bleed profoundly

I just don’t try getting by with just words
Putting so much substance, Sometimes subliminal messages into them
My poetic education is my own personal life venture, Sometimes my imaginative adventure
I will never go to college for something that inspires me to dream, to feel
Never changing for nothing
Keeping it all real
Teaching myself with my own heart, mind and soul

Proof read this all you want
Deny it of it’s substance
Tell me that I am not your kind
The kind the box embraces you within
It’s confines so limited in essence

Don’t call yourself an artist
If you must emerge yourself in a crowd
Ganging up with a mob like mentality
Building those up who worship your words
To tear those down
On the bottom of the pecking order
That is if they are not as obedient as the rest

I have always ignored your so called guidance
It was never the will of my own way
You are never satisfied with what I write
Because it was never as “good” for you and your friends
Who all write the same anyways

Rejection, Does not exist to me
I am my own publisher within
I will not pay you thousands of dollars
When I know you hate what I write
Though if you had my money you would call it brilliant

Anyhow, My back is turned to you
I blocked you of these thoughts
This is my final dedication to you
As you now cease to exist
In this free mind you could never influence

This took no effort to write
Maybe if I was your friend or
You had a crush on me
I could very well qualify
For your circle jerk club of false intent

Damn you are pathetic
Its just sad that not many see that
But be that as it may
I am happily writing for myself and others
And that is priceless to me
Don’t envy a mind that is free



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
6/23/11