To All The Apparent Poets

You don't bother writing for real anymore
You just write for the sake of writing
You speak of the mundane and pointless
Thinking you can make it exciting

Or you write in confusing abstract
Thinking you're creative, and deep
Or you attempt to rhyme the impossible
Sending all the real poets to sleep

It would be fine if you actually tried
Instead of writing what first comes along
Try to embrace the magic of poetry
Writing the words that truly belong

There are great poets past and present
Whom have changed nations and lives
Yet you destroy all their hard work
To the point where it barely survives

And not because you're so great
Nor because you've created great art
But because you written poison
By not writing from your heart

You kill the art of poetry
With almost every poem you write
I'm sure I'm not much better
But at least I try with all my might