Yup, that's right.

Don't be offended or upset.
It's very environmental,
recycling words.

True, the quality of literacy,
(have mercy on it!)
is getting quite strained
(not-so-good poems
droppeth as the
gentle rain from heaven).

Certain words are grumbling,
talking, overworked and overuse,
in poems that say nothing new
(they got their pride too!).

Rumors of unionizing going around,
increasing the minimum wage
to a passing grade,
and something like
a penny a letter,
and double for words,
not of the English language...

The ringleader I'm told
is the word itself

Words

tired from being in
59,649 poems (plus 1 now)

Death, heartbreak and depression,
scars, cutting and sad,

the most overwrought ones,
the children's beloved,
their never-ending
plastic ones trending,
under the weight collapsing
of boring and from
the pressure of overuse, bending.

The words have brought
the unrisen, alabaster body
of poor dead (oops)

Love (137,207 + 1)

as evidence of this
too long a verbal
season of victory.

Make no mistake,
among the guilty we be,
our sweet tooth
for these miscreants,
documented in black and white,
resting uncomfortably,
among our total of
171,500 words we've purportedly
recorded and employed.

The Writer's Guild,
all a titters, arms, up and akimbo,
the cries of poetry poverty
among the living thundering,
no longer
suffering silently,
ere the mendicancies cries
from Ye Olde York emanating,
seeking contributions
and donations,
minimum on PayPal,,
one whole dollar!

Well I have paid my dues,
much more than one
and much more than once,
would so again, annually,
as I could no more
surcease this gig,
for where to find
another profession that
pays so handsomely?

Let it not go unnoticed
like so many poems
left footed born,
themselves, unread, unnoticed,
that the ever increasing number of

Poets

is a good thing for the universe.

So many new humans each day,
from the black forest of
daily life's lessons emerge
choosing poetry to
conquer life's ailments.

For they bravely
having taking the
road less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference,      
and the world,
a better place for it...

The aggressors can't be named if the service is forever
The version of your story is just lip-servicing
Equating the flexing flight of the mind, reeling in your doubts
The ebony and ivory of the piano man speakers, ringing the terse team of bandleaders in the sociable house
Gustave Flaubert lemme leave like the wind, inert in the auberge
Submerged condo, semaphoring in this serious veritable wine
The train of the trident offal rises to the shore, the smoldering
The effect of the fact of the scientific fact
The temerity of the fruitcake turned out to be an eggbox
Short of the 3 rotten eggs, I broke the rest of my cracks in the yonder China's
China's is churning out the Russian socialist revolution
Keeping all your eggs in another basket for you, trade unionizing
Unionizing, the humble job of the little free and the trees and the dated deeds
I'm sure your history correct, and the ***** statues look nice to your buildings
Monumental tragedy, the system of the ideological home of the Lord
The tocsin of a couple of sins, in the alarm-clock dream
The nun summed up my sins in one
Sell out of the sucre of the embarrassing crowd of faux pas behavior
The demeanor of the surreptitious invaders, guilt-ridden
The trill and striding ruse, that can criminally break principles
The women represent the principle of hating God
Men represent revelry in his love
An earring of six figures puts them in the same dour story
Let's not get sour about the salty crisps, scouse accent out of the south

Similar to scrutinizing
an abstract painting,
this author begetting, canvassing
entreating... obscure words dumbfounding
readers (himself included), he eludes
(shading tree fore rest)
clear cut discerning,
yet oft times his woods
garner reviews raving
esoteric word choice,

how mind boggling
to this logophile despite
more than one reading
brow (sir) rendering furrowed -
cognitive region scrunching,
no matter intent concentration
utter futility attempting
bedeviled comprehension, whether
literary master (me? ha...
not yet), among pantheon partying,

but nonetheless birthing
present day profoundly thought provoking,
undoubtedly tirelessly expending
mental energy eventually exhausting
effort in futility understanding,
asper mine stymied
linkedin attention getting
(then just as quickly losing)
registering resignation defeat alluding
to challenge physical prowess daunting

engagement well matched savvy sparring
partner, or possibly life
and death battling
against unwittingly aggressive brutal questing
archenemy, sans toward all living
species wretched nemesis ultimately deciding
mortality tacitly accepted proffering
transient longevity refusing
to compromise, haggle, negotiate,
et cetera casting

deadened demise of victor or villain
all thru civilization starring
as unopposable tour
de force quietly biding
end date, versus indiscriminately snatching
hero, heroine, coward,
et cetera requiring
impossible mission redeeming
ransom while donning
mask of Melpomene

(Tragedy), or trumpeting
Thalia (Comedy), no exit stage door left
only joie de vivre
until last second ticking
unbeknownst unexpected, and uninviting
deathly hallows ringtone alarming
anonymous (oh Henry)
words worth struggling
to hash meaningfulness, viz
finite existence germinating

since birth, yet
terminal realization pressing
with greater frequency when aging,
and deafeningly ear splitting
amplitude bite the bullet clamoring
to tread welcome matt acquiescing
unavoidable phase of dying
devoid of any bargain, but requiring
unconditionally punishingly suffering
silent non binding

resolution, no exemption decrying
unfair contractual obligation, nor unionizing
worth a fig yore of
speech as cosmic arbiter
blithely doth shear - pruning,
grafting without rhyme nor reason meeting
identical fate toward everyone
even posthumous destiny yours truly awaiting,
where soul spirited into the sky
linkedin with cosmic consciousness

humming with universal sound;
'Om,' 'Ohm' or 'Aum'
according to Hinduism and other religions
chiefly of India,
a sacred syllable considered to be
greatest of all mantras, or sacred formulas
called the seed sound (bija),
the original sound from
which all other sounds and worlds come from,
hence 'Om,' 'Ohm' or 'Aum' represents:
God, Brahman, Source, Universal Consciousness.

People keep looking for some glimmer, some savior, some return to decency. But the mechanisms that used to create progress labor movements, political will, civic infrastructure have been gutted and co-opted.    Some people have been brainwashed on the idea that. The unions, which were the only group that would fight for them, are somehow not worth the dues. And to make it even more terrifying? The corporations literally come in and physically attack the people who are trying to explain the benefits of unionizing. And in some red states, some Bible entrenched ridiculousness. The poor dumb  bible thumping  cousin ******* pieces of **** is that work for  literally 7 $ an hour pennies ; actually fall for it and support the attacks. Without realizing that without the unions, the workers would literally have nothing. No sick leave, no maternity leave, nothing ! Just fired and replaced with the next G.E.D. or less monkey in bass pro shops hat.

Did it ever make sense or have hope?  Who was a worthy example?

Carter literally built houses with his own hands after leaving office. Compare that to today’s football roofie ****** disguised as politicians. They can’t even build a coalition without corporate puppeteers pulling the strings and writing it all for them.  Literal plastic brainless ****** with guns that ****** puppies. Fox News. Saturday morning correspondence with more alcohol than blood.

Those who did  try, like Obama, faced a political meat grinder filibustered, obstructed, neutered at every turn. The Koch brothers, and those like them, created a political machine so deep-rooted and effective that legislation never even gets to the floor unless it’s pre-approved by corporate interest.

And now? The tools of government Congress, the Senate, the courts are treated like uncensored  props in a full blown  Clarence Thomas Winnebago  farce, while executive orders become magic wands to force through personality-driven  megalomaniac riot inciting, dogmatic fear and disgust as  absolute idiotic  rule.

At war with a generation about what is right or wrong.... trying to influence kids to LEAVE in the past, their sacreligious identities and LIVE in YOUR past....a way of life YOU beleive to be outlandish to YOURS.....Big-Wig by association YOU try to dictate societal norms.....who are YOU?....YOU are every type of bad trying to fight YOUR version of evil.....dont be alarmed when YOUR, 'sharp-as-a-blade' words, fly across enemy lines to pierce their hearts and they return the favour.....sticks and stones seem all too similar to words these days and YOU failed to be wary.....one giddy soldier to cross the line is all it takes for YOU to be no more....YOUR offspring and kinship left to pick up the pieces of the vase YOU forced anotheer to break; to recover....YOUR enemy left conflicted on whether to feel glee, lamentation or indifference to the situation.....this WAS NOT the answer both sides sought.....except it only exacerbated the problem both sides face....it only drew the wall between us 10 feet thicker.....it only made the utopia of us unionizing, a pipe dream perhaps.......