Anyone who’s ever braved to pick up the pen and write something
– for realz, like –
has at some point concluded that *everything* they write is shit.

Imagine Shakespeare throwing his quill around,
rocking that ruff look, screaming:
“Shit shit shit! Fucking fuckety fuck!”

But hey, fo fuckin’ shizzle,
just keep doin’ yo’ thug thizzle, Billizle.