Aujourd'hui, il ya poètes partout — mais la poésie a disparu.
Ainsi, voici la poésie, sans poète:
In this day and age, to maintain their integrity
Poets should assume anonymity
Everything else is mere vanity
Because poets are invariably deluded, to varying degrees
via the very nature of their art form.
For whosoever works with words runs a risk of relating much too deeply
with meanings put forth by purely symbolic syllables.
It is one thing to call yourself a poet, while it is quite another to be regarded as a poet by your peers.
Ergo, validation and accolades have become the primary preoccupations of many would-be bards.
Yet the state of poetry declines with each moment that these pundits dominate our airwaves. Reciting stereotypical inanities is fundamentally profane!
How is it we fall so easily into the all-embracing arms of such cliché?
Exteriors may call for neat description but interiors require nuanced expression.
Even so, creative use of language is no longer what folks crave.
Any challenge to lazy intellects was not ever well-received.
Publishers pressure writers to dumb down their manuscripts
for a public weaned on viral-videos and web logs.
Thus, actual terms fall from usage as slang in speech prevails
and true artistry is sacrificed for the sake of commercial viability.
There was a time when poets stood on equal footing with philosophers and mathematicians;
when poetry was more than an outlet for adolescent angst or some narcissistic charade.
Now although the status-quo might continue being the same
Anti-Poets shall arise, to rewrite rules in this game!
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