Giving in I'm not,
I only watch poetry rot.
Just when you think it's dead,
new thoughts cloud within my incredible head.
All of you escape to the
safety of rhyme.
Some of it is true,
some of it is slant.
Poetry like this
makes me want to say,
"these keyboard tappers
lack eloquence and heart".
You all think you win,
but where is your prize?
If it is nothing but pride,
there arrives your demise.