The Horror of Hollow

There is such hollow crap writ on some sites  
by half-baked arty-farty brown nosers,
that I'm at risk of losing my eye sight
 
To the glaring conceit of those leading lights  
those pretty-worded but mud-dull poseurs,  
there is such hollow crap writ on some sites.
 
No rage, no fear, no attempt to shine bright
just stroking of each to solicit purrs,  
that I'm at risk of losing my eye sight.
 
As I itch to raise up to greater heights
the idle ones who's blood just does not stir,
there is such hollow crap writ on some sites,
 
And the sad thing, as I fight this good fight,
I've just their self same words to use as spurs,
that I'm at risk of losing my eye sight
 
As I march to ancient drums to my night  
the words in my thesaurus start to blur,
there is such hollow crap writ on some sites
that I'm at risk of losing my eye sight.