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[ On Poetry ] Once upon a time
in the far off realm
known as the Internet
there were these two trolls
ne'er-d'welling
under the Highway Bypass
leading readers around and away
from the Pink Palace of Poetitude
Whenever it suited them
they tore into writers passerbying
with toothy tusked harsh criticisms
of amateur verse such as
"Don't quit your day job, Pedophile!"
shredded those who proposed
opposing political thought
while tossing in the occasional
"I've forwarded these links
to the F.B.I. you terrorist
sympathizer!"
and impassionately defended
!'Merica! and !Freedom of Speech!
but only because they believed
this granted them a free hall pass
to be so vocally obnoxious
Yet, when it came to forging
fresh poetry of their own
framing devices . . .
the anvil was rarely struck
or hot to begin with
As years passed, it became
more blatantly obvious than ever
by what few crusty ink quill tips
were strewn like heroin needles
under the bridgework that Poetry
was never their priority
as well as their forte
Please, my young Bards
keep this tale in mind
should you ever encounter
such beastly behaviors
on your journeys;
you can easily spot such cretins
from a mile away, for anyone
who knows a thing or two
about Poetry will have
more than an arrow or two
in their quiver
Those with years of vitriol
and idle hands won't
Now, as per your original request
for directions, you are better off
continuing down Main Street
and making a left at . . .
known as the Internet
there were these two trolls
ne'er-d'welling
under the Highway Bypass
leading readers around and away
from the Pink Palace of Poetitude
Whenever it suited them
they tore into writers passerbying
with toothy tusked harsh criticisms
of amateur verse such as
"Don't quit your day job, Pedophile!"
shredded those who proposed
opposing political thought
while tossing in the occasional
"I've forwarded these links
to the F.B.I. you terrorist
sympathizer!"
and impassionately defended
!'Merica! and !Freedom of Speech!
but only because they believed
this granted them a free hall pass
to be so vocally obnoxious
Yet, when it came to forging
fresh poetry of their own
framing devices . . .
the anvil was rarely struck
or hot to begin with
As years passed, it became
more blatantly obvious than ever
by what few crusty ink quill tips
were strewn like heroin needles
under the bridgework that Poetry
was never their priority
as well as their forte
Please, my young Bards
keep this tale in mind
should you ever encounter
such beastly behaviors
on your journeys;
you can easily spot such cretins
from a mile away, for anyone
who knows a thing or two
about Poetry will have
more than an arrow or two
in their quiver
Those with years of vitriol
and idle hands won't
Now, as per your original request
for directions, you are better off
continuing down Main Street
and making a left at . . .
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