Hollow words for hollow crowds

To whom it may concern.

Once more it seems I sally forth into the breach
And try to write words which will reach you.
Once more I don my hollow crown and hollow title
For my vainglorious title is hollow
And so too it seems my poet prowess.
Yet I write,
And maybe someone reads
And maybe someone thinks
And someone likes
And loves.
Yet, short are the words and shorter is the attention
given to such words spewed forth.
Do you take me for some pathetic prattler?
Must I swear and curse
And debase God and Religion to reach you?
Or must I write some damned sexual scrap
To win your hearts but not your head?
Or have I lost both already?
Yes I speak so lofty and high,
Because in truth it is my only way to reach such heights.
Are such words of mine so hollow
Unsunned and unwelcomed travellers
Gaunt and deposed.
Too far from the Maddening crowd.
I have said my piece
I now retire
To my hollow kingdom of personal poems
Where none form my court, not even death.

To whom it may concern,
By the time you have read this it shall be too late to unread.

Signed, 'Lord' Viddax.