Lyrealism

There’s not much music in poetry now, the poets have taken an austerity vow, thread-bare lines, no rhythm or rhyme, con-man words, artistic pantomime? Lyricists shunned, unless rocking a mike, It’s not what the Professors like! Too confused by much now written, Like abstract art, the critics smitten by works that display very little skill, I'd rather view Andrew Wyeth’s hill.