Cry of the Forgotten
Poor, poor poet of the people,
Your words will never reach them.
Your rhymes, however sly and clever,
Will never ever teach them.
Only few will find in you
The splendor of your genius,
The rest will do their best to dodge
The knowledge that you bring us.
The world has thrived without you,
And also has been fouled.
Your pen, however powerful,
Is lost inside the crowd.
You'll never change the world with wit,
Or wonders on a page.
And time will only make you,
A far forgotten sage.
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Great piece!!
Great piece!! I think you did a wonderful job on this one. We could indeed write great poetry, and it would never really matter. It's all about who you know in this trade, just like it is in so many others. Bubble gum pop lyrics will always outshine our most profound verses. Traditional poetry is truly dead. If we wanna be someone in this gig, we best not be brilliant or we will never be known. But it's truly far out to experience a cool poem every now and then from a hip poet like yourself. Peace, my friend.