Inferior minds do tend to clutter
these pages with their endless drivel,
why is it that they're glad to mutter
their thoughts from convoluted swivel
of little substance to the world?
Do they not know that greener grasses
exist and if the truth were hurled
they would perceive it with their asses.
Would it not be so much more pleasant
if real poets post their stuff,
it always bugs me if a peasant
whose thinking is a little rough
presents his rubbish for display
as if by typing it (with errors)
it gains in value, let me say
it should be clear that from the narrows
of Dullards nothing much can ooze,
so may I give a quick suggestion
lock yourself in and sing your blues
into your mirror, where the question
of ridicule does not exist.
Then we could go and read what AJS,
or Lenchen, Tiff' and Jodilee,
what Janice, Rich and R.C (bless)
and Joyce and Amberlee set free
from fertile minds and lovely souls
that give us pleasure and much smiles,
those are the ones to fill the roles
of travellers who down the miles
will be companions sorely missed
should they decide to fall behind
perhaps if hugged and sweetly kissed
they see the light and change their mind.
And when they write something so clever
that one sits up and takes quick note
it shows us that the losers never
should have received the right to vote.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets-that-drivel-and-snivel/
