You happy now?

You say I can't,
But I can.

You say I won't,
But I will.

You say this trilogy,
is tragedy,
that's sad to me,

I can't write worth a damn?
And will work at
This gas station?

Forevermore?

You feeble infidel!!

For my fiction, shall rise
on a phoenix wings!
And burn all you doubters
in its wake

And all who said I cannot
Write stories,
(so borings)
they say

I shall change!
Their ways

Make them admit
their mistakes

My stories will burn them all in carnage
May MILTON find his stars
once and for all!