Treasure Island

Michael McParland


Sub Par


I'm so subpar at this fine art.
Blowing it out like a great flatulent fart.
I have no talent you know that it's true.
You said it yourself well what can I do.

Subpar but I need this little release.
I'll keep on writing because I'm full of disease.
My talent is weak and my prose is gross.
I'll continue it now subpar glamour and all.

Submitted: Monday, September 15, 2014

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