There are ******* near,
Who fain love yet disappear
When cool sun is a light.

Hello Poetry, mediocre
Is their way, do not play,
Let posers hang each other.

Weakly poets pretend to be
Relevant, yet, never amend
Spend days saying me, ME!

See the fiefdoms offered
Yet, held close to shames,
Let awful set each to flame,

In hollow, with an empty page,
So many useless words dredged,
Wounded egos pathetically end.