I should have added an explanation first. This was written in thought of the people who have no heart in their poetry. It's the same rhyme each time. And then they find a way to make money off of it and with a click they are POETS in every monetary and fake way of the word. I believe they give discredit to everyone who puts their heart into their work.

Paper Thin Poets
Sell your soul
Sell your art
Adhere to the mold

A plaque on your wall
A few bucks in your hand
You’re not economical
You’re taking a stand

Your pain is your own
You want to share it with all
A few flowery words
And no one to call

Blasphemous beauty
You disgrace our pain
All your riddles
Are one and the same

More death than imaginable
More distress than most
The tears form rivers
From coast to coast

But with a click and a smile
You’ll post your sorrow
Increasing your income
Day after tomorrow

Anyone can be a poet
If it’s marketed so
And the rest are left empty
With no where to go

My words are my temple
With no where to go

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