Cosmic Arrogance
Cosmic Arrogance
Darkness falls and steals the light.
Humble thoughts are gone from sight.
The high elite now meet in group.
They criticize all, here on the soup.
Who is good and who is not?
Is bad poetry all that we’ve got?
Jealous envy now makes its stand.
Who gets to choose the prize so grand?
Do certain laws now ban the dog?
A diverse legion stands in the bog.
Pick me, pick me I am the best.
My work is better than all the rest.
A phrase is coined as fingers point.
Certain poets will now anoint.
How many more will tell their tale?
They are the best behind the veil.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2021
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