HARIKU-KARIKU

It's time to accept
That the life literary
Is just not for me.

Wasted so much time
In stringing words together -
What's the bloody point?

None of my efforts
Are ever that successful
Or even much liked.

I don't mind writing
My problem is producing
Something worth reading.

Just thinking about
Literary suicide

In a haiku form :-)

When it comes to words
No-one ever understands
All my little "jokes"