For That Imaginary Reader
With all my love!
Quite a mundane start,
Obvious gloominess is in the air -
Something is preventing me, from…
I don’t really know my purpose,
I do know that I have to do something,
Perhaps apply my mind to write better -
A verse that is not written in haste,
But simply a verse that speaks my mind.
There I go, ranting and criticising,
That I have lost the fancy to write -
Well, to write better and write again,
It may be modern writing,
But deep down we all know -
The shitty business of writing,
Why then do I bother to write -
Maybe, for my imaginary reader.