This is You

Doesn't every poet want it to be so?
Be in league with Emily or Thoreau?
Don't we all want to get published?
Have our name spelled out, so marvelous

You can't deny it, because you know
That you want to be the next Henry Thoreau
Oh my how it feels to be the best
To know you're better than the rest

See poetry is no different than a game
Survival of the fittest would be the name
This writing is another human trait
But it won't protect you from Hell's gate

You say you're writing "from the heart"
But think of your work as priceless art
Say that you want someones real feelings
Or you scratch my back: its dirty dealings

All of this is done under the table
To make yourself better, your own fable
For every comment, I'll give you two
Their poetry sucks, if only they knew

That's what makes me sick about mankind
They will do anything to bend your mind
Act like they live a life of glee
They're only trying to claim their fee

Believe everything is rightfully yours
What once was trees, is now your floors
Like I said before, its an analogy
Of the simple darkness of humanity

Please don't act better than the rest
Don't ever tell me that you're the best
Until I see your name in the sky
I'll still believe that you can lie

Now go ahead now, vote this low
I haven't been here long, what do I know?
Tell you one thing thats a fact
I won't join you, I'll make no pact

I'll give your poem a score deserved
My opinion will not be conserved
I will always tell you how I feel
My vote, you know, is always real

Eh, I guess I'm in a better mood then when I first posted this, so I hope you liked it, if you didnt, im sorry it was written from what I've seen in my time here. Happy Holidays.