Our unhappy poet appears to be annoyed both by “underwhelming responses” to her own writing and by insufficiently convincing displays of approval. All that “endless patronising praise.” At which point, the words high maintenance spring to mind.
In the pages of the Guardian, a “queer, feminist poet” airs her sorrows.
In Canada the Taxpayer would be forced to subsidize her, through endless Arts Grants. Soon you will not even be able to not like these mentally ill ego maniacs. They will make laws to force you to socialize with them. You already are censored if you make disparaging remarks about the Sacred Indians. And what a load of BS they try to force on society. Things like Indian Science. Ha Ha Ha. Because some fake elder said this or that it is gospel. No facts required. It is the same in the legal profession. What a dystopian joke, a cosmic cartoon.
But can she code?
Methinks she doth protest too much. She is likely producing horseshit and complains about being patronized by white people. It is simple to avoid the mainstream and appeal only to people that look like you but that wouldn’t be so lucrative.
I can confirm that she is indeed scribbling horseshit, as I made the mistake of searching out a sample of her so called poetry. I will now seek out an antidote, such as the great and incomparable poetry of Milton, Wordsworth, Tennyson, Coleridge, and sundry other dead white great men of letters. By the way, she is also very fat.
Kind of like a man I knew whose wife was a FAT FEMINIST who was convinced she could do the Iditarod as good as any man. She competed year after year and always came up lame or her dogs injured or played out. And she bitched incessantly about how unfair it all was. I always felt bad for her dogs having to haul her fat lazy whining ass around. What a bitch.. The guy finally clued in and left her with a yard full of dogshit and a pack of unexercised huskies to deal with, ha ha ha. That was her last race, she found out how much he actually did for her and she did not appreciate it one bit.
> I suggest that you find your Muse with drugs and alcohol, like a good degenerate, it will make your problems less painful.
It might be noted that she looks about as brown as a Galway lass who hasn’t been able to find a crane big enough to hoist her out of the basement for a few years. I suppose that is why she is “blak,” which I guess would make Warren an “indan.”
Ugggh … are you suggesting her skin has taken on a brownish-pallor and plaque from years of FAILure to wash? Years of housebound Slovenliness? Ewwww!!!
Isn’t it amazing how many “victims” in our society fit that description. I suppose BLAMING others for your own poor personal choices is the ONLY refuge for people like her.
Well, I was trying to imply that she was pretty pale to begin with and is further blanched from not having seen the sun for a long time. i.e. she’s about as white as white gets without going full albino. And not just in color, but ethnicity. If I saw her on the street I would take her for a descendant of Irish transports, not as an aboriginal. Dark hair and green eyes points even more specifically to the west coast, i.e. Galway.
Oh, and that she’s really fat too.
Got it. OK then … leave off the brownish from her pallor … and just go with a housebound pallor of pasty whiteness, reminiscent of Lieawhatha.