I swear,
I’m not judging
but how can you not
find something to say today?
What is keeping you
from dredging your depths
desperately enough to discover something
worth talking about?
How can you believe
you are so empty
as to be unable to express anything?
I mean, AT ALL!

What’s holding you back?
How can you not find some topic
to entertain yourself
and others, like me?
Every pretentious fucknard
in Bushwick has a novel in them.
What’s your problem?
Where is your conversation?
Where are your ideas?

Did you not get enough love
as a child?
Were you inefficiently toilet-trained?
Did you make a potty mess
at an inconvenient time in your development?
Where are your stories, man?
Why do you have nothing to say?

Not that I’m judging, though.
Not at all.