An Exchange That Just Happened.

So when I told Violet that I was going to post some of my awful poetry, so suggested that instead I should study for my History final tomorrow and I was all, “How come you do not support my career as a poet?”

And she said, “Because you won’t make any money as a poet.”

And I said, “No body makes money as a poet.”

And she said, “But I think that of all the people who do not make money as a poet, I think that you will make the least money.”

Here is a short poem that I just wrote about that:

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Violet does not like my poetry,
but I didn’t really expect her to (because no one actually does).

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