"Nothing More" - The Poet then Saith - :
A man once came knocking on my door to collect a coin
but was met with a "no" - I have no family of my own,
that is not my problem - for you have taken enough..
Art --- we all need money,
but honesty instead
while others exploit it then.
I tried to make decent poetry - but couldn't be sold as
it was already read before it could be published as
all upstarts are hit with others schemes and plots.
Take the name away nobody
would pay for quality,
Creatique works matters not.
As the customers wants cheap but you can't compete
only corporations are left to take the last of ideas
and profit from - but the vault is empty, matters not.
Forgeries instead of honours
but where money is
is vested interests instead.
As most business's they have no quality but to sell
as it's all imported - as it stops they go bankcrupt,
the grifts and taxation schemes to feed - falls apart.
Dealers hands --- this poetry
too fades, originals --
the time and efforts it took !
,
The stiff laugh, hoarks - chokes - ;
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