This poetry site used to mean
Quite a lot to me,
But recently all that I've seen
Is not what used to be.
Perhaps this site is dying,
Like the fragment of my soul,
Which has given up with trying
To love this unpoetic hole.
"Five–O-two, Bad gateway"
Is mostly what I read,
And the same damn poems every day
Appearing on my feed.
This used to be a lovely place
To connect and to explore,
But now I accept it's lost it's grace,
And this site's done for, for sure.
I hope in time they'll fix it,
And this site will be restored,
But, 'till then, I will not risk it;
So I'll leave on my own accord.