PS. Poetry

Dear Poetry
Never asked you to go with me
Your so polluted with BS you barley notice me
My hobby my passion versus critics that fail us hopelessly
I submit experience, and real
Judged by virgin pens that never knew life so what I share they try and kill
From time with my family to my 9 to 5 my guts are spilled
If you so good you antidote then I love being ill
Got the nerve to review me like I'm here for your pleasure
You on the same site as me acting like you better
I guess its not about expression but more about the measure
If your range is a chain then we all remain tethered
I tried to stay loyal FK U if you don't follow
You were confused before you got here, and you stink of a brothel
Even if my paper is black my pen would be Apollo
Tread light in this forest many trees are hollow quietly sleeping your tomorrow