Dear Reader

Dear Reader, I hereby give due notice
that I have nothing left to say to you.
My writing, which once showed some small promise,
is best scribed on paper meant for the loo.

This adventure is now drudgery, so
I choose to give in before sheer boredom
saps my strength to climb down from this plateau
of dull ideas my poems have become.

And if it sounds like a suicide note,
I can assure you I am claiming back
a wasted life that I will now devote
to something more than becoming a hack.

There is no bushel, no light being hid.
Yours faithfully, John (the WilkyBarKid).