To Hell With It Poem by Matthew Holloway

Should I be concerned by my numbers
My friend count, the likes on my posts
How many followers do i have this week
Who if any have commented on my poems
It's not like a book sale
I make no money from any of those
They just fuel the ego
And mine is already screwed
So to hell with it
I'll write when it comes to me
And such poems may be good or poor
I don't worry about that now
I just hope they are honest
So to reviews and critique
To hell with it all
I don't require validateion
I just need a nice income
To fuel my wine appreciation
And the time to write
judge me as you wish
It makes no difference
At the end of the day I'll say
To hell with it