Poet, No Longer Will I Sup At Your Banquet

My eyes were sorely struck when once they perceived verity in your insightful words. Oh, how they grieved when you chose to kneel low enough to kiss the ring of a cunning being, whose unmerited praises you sing My ignorance would have been a cliched state of bliss if I'd not stumbled into great depth of a poetic abyss 'Twas with bitter regret that I unveiled your charade No longer do I doubt the crux of a contrived crusade With prudence and humble nature, you oft' disclosed but a false facade was revealed and hubris exposed As a poet you declared compassion and a meek heart but sold your feeble soul for the nod of a counterpart Poet, I hungrily supped at the banquet of your lines but a person's integrity is one that genuinely defines human value. From reading you, I refrain and eschew Aware of your pretexts, I know what motivates you *You may think I only post something on PS when I have a gripe, and I have when I've felt it was warranted. It's your right to believe what you will. My recent posts prove otherwise, but after very recently reading something that touched my heart in a sadly profound way, I chose to write about it instead of trying to forget that I saw the words. Writing has always been a means of comfort, solace and closure. This write serves as a dissolution for me.