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I have deleted the 2 poems I posted earlier today, and instead I offer what will be my final write.  I have read the comments on T.J's blog, written in defense of all poets who have been mistreated by what T.J. called bullies and trolls.    For far too long many on site poets have ignored and/or blocked the culprits. I did, too, but it didn't work for me.  One such person has taken the opportunity to reach me through my comments on the poetry of others. The time has come to bid a final farewell to those of you I admire and hold dear. In so doing, I'm posting what I really feel about those who think their sarcasm is clever.  They seek attention, but will not get another moment of my time or thoughts.  Perhaps I'll be banned, and that would be fine with me because there is not much left to this site that I would recommend to anyone.  To be clear, please don't tell me to stay and ignore the bullies and trolls. I'm not leaving BECAUSE of them, but for many other reasons. I would never allow such people to be the reason I no longer write for PS.


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I've been hearing rumors that are easy to believe
about some of you who give poets a reason to grieve
With poisoned pens, your ink flows in fetid flux
feigning righteousness.  In reality, you're schmucks

What arrogance is revealed in your masquerade
You're not accredited to critique, slam, or degrade
The absolute truth is that no one gives a ripe fig
You're nothing more than a cocky, egotistical prig

How dare you disparage the works of any poet
You're considered 'rude' in case you didn't know it
Disgusting are your slurs and each bitter assault
If the truth hurts your feelings, it's your own fault

You assail with sharp words, then usually delete
How cowardly the deed, from which you retreat
Many think your attitude should be taken to task
You seem to crave attention and in it you bask

If a survey of poets, someone would undertake
the results would find you guilty of being a fake
Stop pointing your finger and retract your claws
If you want to leave, there'd be rousing applause

There'd be no plaintive tears from eyes of many
of those you've insulted, and there's been plenty
Don't make the mistake of thinking poets are weak
It's an end to your barbed sarcasm that we seek

Your actions cannot be brushed off or be ignored
Poets should be in harmony and of a single accord
Animosity is rampant. It's abhorrent and offensive
You give innocent poets a reason to be defensive
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