/lit/ - Literature

Of you I ask a question, anonymous,
To be a slop lord or to achieve beauty?
You never care how dumb and how grievous
A piece that has a lot of anime and booty.
Be it of ugly prose or a serial for teens,
The common man loves capslock moans.
Literature ripe for bathroom bins
Shall all receive on Royal Roads.
And be it not for the sake of coom,
You'll read what raises lust of wonder,
Still stale, reeking like the reeder's room.
Who cares if works are generated random.
Would not you rather test the limits,
To see anew the fiction world?
Try a fantasy setting poem,
Regardless of the structure sort?
Perhaps I'll write so my story,
Perhaps I won't, to see it read.
Perhaps I can abandon all the worry
And write in prose for common man.