No one wants another poem,
obviously it’s way too easy to grow ‘em.
Writers with insight are numerically few,
true artists are rare (the sure sign that they’re true).
Too many claim a literary profession,
thinking that art is merely confession.
Mistaking the insular as a merit unique,
they fill MA programs with empty technique.
With words they dig a verbal excavation,
but many of us think it’s just masturbation.
I’ve gone on too long, for now I just realize,
I’ve done the same thing that I came here to criticize.