Compromised

So now you're inclined to turning Tricks for the vain glitterati; Just jumping through hoops like a seal, For the proverbial pay packet. Chasing paper rather than dreams; Shacking up with all and sundry. So what's it like there in Purgatory Now Poetry's sweet angels have all fled? To be frank I can't say I'm shocked. I suppose it was good while it Lasted - however temporary. I've met your type so many times. It has become kind of hackneyed. I feel like a modern Tantalus. Yet it's still so hard to commune With someone who's reaching for the stars: Just to resign & throw it all way; To surrender to the status quo.