To William Mowell (Visitor)

To William Mowell I do say would you go back to church and pray. Your poems are so very odd that only Lucifer or God could take the time to look and see your crappy, lousy misery. I do suggest you do refrain from coming here to spread your pain, if hanging from the tallest tree is not for you (as it could be) , I say go drown your many sorrows in all your asinine tomorrows. Fred Gold (a relative perhaps?) is one of those demented chaps, you take up space and take up time but cannot write a single rhyme.