she said he was a douchebag

She said he was a douchebag
And I believed her
Then she mentioned that he knew of that writer
The one that I liked
And the guy was now less of a douche

But he didn’t like the writer
Hated him by all accounts
Disliked him for being honest, real,
Unpretentious
Funny, sad

“Anyone can do that,”
He said of the writer
And his words
“Maybe that’s the point”
Someone else replied

But no,
We should all struggle
With our souls
And our muse
For hours, days, years on end
In search of the perfect word
The one statement
That will sum up
The human condition
And the infinite struggle
With blah blah blah

Or like me
You could write something
In five minutes
On the train
And then go back to sleep.

Up yours, pal!