Dear William,

why do you force
others to wallow
in your irrepressible angst?
here is my sappy poem.
whine.
moan.
woe is me.
(insert typo here)
i can use
drastic S P A C I N G
to make my point
(insert computer shorthand here)
i hate myself.
i was abused as a kid
no one loves me.
whine piss & moan.
perhaps i can
write at length about
s u i c i d e
(insert trite phrase about loneliness)
because i am ohsotouchy

sob.

your nothing but a
confused
struggling
desperate
shell of a human.

shut
the
hell
up!

your poetry is horrible.

pain does not always equal great art.

now, go write something worth while.

Sincerely,
KnowOne AKA your Id