Inksters Milking it
Dedicated to the
gangsters inksters of the writing world.
A lifetime member of sudden death writer collective.
Butter them up to increase traffic
then render them defective.
Noble people not saying what they do. It’s a performance of sorts.
It screams out – this scene has been played out far too many times.
Fucking over a person should be seen in the outdated queue.
What people do to advance their station.
I hold a person to their words – hence this unforeseen faction.
Beware of compliments paid by rubber silicone lips.
Not everyone understands that stars like Mick jagger don’t screw over those just for kicks.
I’m out of your game.
I am sharper and know your words scream dissident whore.
Sell yourself out to whoever seems to make more of a racket.
What happened to good ole fashioned honesty?
You fit well into the conglomeration Trump bracket.
Direct devices – mouthpiece – save your screams for another.
Fraudsters and clear ass wipers.
your ink will never see the light of day. Offended is the weed who loathes the fickleness of the collective of neigh
Take your numbers and deduce the ifs and the buts,
when all will recognize your true form.
The traitors to writers – don’t teach our youth this malpractice – unethical abuse
Power does not come in numbers -it comes from your convictions.
Surround yourself with rats jumping ship as soon as a comet brightens Haley’s rights.
I say raise your words. This is just what I have done.
I am not a springboard to increase you, smite tribe.
I leave you to unravel your cohorts when you have exhausted their ink and deemed them a humdrum
I am not yours to use.