Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
In the fickle floccules whimsical of inherent stunted minds where delusions drive Ferraris' and the gilded are servants if their hate stop painting pictures of doom rack and ruins tis known they are just mere inferior mediocre observant Like moths to flames reeking talentless blow hollow winds losers no-marks spewing nonsenses under stones like ants mundane journeymen and maiden oiks alongside philistines the letdowns in low downs craving distractions with slants No worthy or good comes from insignificants on the grinds lacking wit or grace they faff and prattle as modern peasants their job is hate and in searing jealousy they dribble unrefined the pitiful community of lesser beings in malice conversance:
0
Jul 8, 2022
Jul 8, 2022 at 4:43 PM UTC
No-marks in never never....
In the fickle floccules whimsical of inherent stunted minds where delusions drive Ferraris' and the gilded are servants if their hate stop painting pictures of doom rack and ruins tis known they are just mere inferior mediocre observant Like moths to flames reeking talentless blow hollow winds losers no-marks spewing nonsenses under stones like ants mundane journeymen and maiden oiks alongside philistines the letdowns in low downs craving distractions with slants No worthy or good comes from insignificants on the grinds lacking wit or grace they faff and prattle as modern peasants their job is hate and in searing jealousy they dribble unrefined the pitiful community of lesser beings in malice conversance:
yenson
Written by
M/London
Jul 8, 2022
Jul 8, 2022 at 4:43 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem