Deleted Poems and Farewell

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. It Will Remain Untitled 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