Talentless Crap
Come the big five hundred,
And a chance to reflect.
What is all this crap ???
Do you say it is talent,
When no-one has ever seen,
The products of your creation ?
I do declare a truce,
Amnesty of a world asleep,
To the talentless crap I write....
Better that they not know,
How awful the rhyme is.
The sense of a daring man.
So sleep as angels now,
Dream not of feckless words,
Enjoy the silence of madness....
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