What you wrote?
You wrote something sad.
You just completed some crap
built some bullshit.
What at first you thought was art
got an F.
It wasn’t art you made
but a fart.

You thought you were creative.
You thought you were fecund
and you were
in that you’ve proven
yet again
that you’re quite capable
of producing shit on command.

You’re not the artist you thought you were.
It turns out,
you’re not an artist at all.
You’re something else.
You’re something less.
You’re something bad.

And what you wrote?
It’s…
It’s…
Words fail.