Of Virtue and Vice

Poets are very poetic beings,
They speak what they don't mean,
Mean what they cant speak,
Speak a lot but are never mean,
Are mean when they dont speak,
Don't speak unless words are the only means,
Their means only good when they speak.

They are idea driven
Action void
They Invent lies
But are always right.
 
Knowledgeable on virtue but lean towards vice and evil devices,
Such vile creatures.
If the devil was a poet,
Imagine how sweet would be his vices.

Im glad I am not a poet,
Otherwise I would be the first to say something this mean,
And mean it without any visible end.
That would be wasted means and the path to my end,
No longer be the Saint I make myself seem,

The End.