The Daily Verse.
Student Life Building Room 1104, True Cross Academy. Tokyo, Japan.
Dear Okumura,
I am dead; I am dying. The life is draining out of me minute after minute. I teeter on the edge of despair most nights on my bed, as the knowledge of looming and inevitable death hangs over me. There are truly so few seconds in life. Each moment is precious. Each moment matters, yet you send me this shit. Honestly, man, are you trying to rush me to my grave with regret. Regret that I wasted any time at all on this shit stain of a poem. Are you kidding me? When we're all living on borrowed time, now, now, is the time to try to burn away precious irreplaceable moments! How dare you? How dare you? I got shit to do, Okumura! I can't stop and wait for you to develop poetic skill. You either have it or you don't! Go back to the drawing board and stick to what you know: acting. That's right! I see through your little charade. I see your duplicitousness; you treacherous ho! Artistry recognizes artistry; an artist recognizes an artist! This poem reeks of contempt! You hate us all, don't you?! What a coward; you've been such a coward! Don't write these poems anymore; act them! At least then, you can live your honesty.
Many thanks, I am returning the poem with registered priority first-day shipping. Get this shit away from me.
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Sincerely yours,
Ikeda Rio, Editor of Literary Works
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(Okumura Yukio. True Cross Academy Former Boys' dormitory, True Cross Academy. Tokyo, Japan.)
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Status: Unsent.