Member Poem

stripping the elitism out of poetry
self-aggrandizing because you wield a pen
words are for the masses
for the poor, the common
who seek to speak reality into words
rather than using words to create a reality
too many color purple that which is black and gray
failing to consider most don't own a rainbow palette
and screw your haughty ideals
your vulgar utopian piffle
the real poetry is in the filth of human experience
most writers need brought down a touch or two
to taste the mud we're made of
to remember than the truest poetry
is the emotional war of living, surviving, dreaming