Poets That Drivel And Snivel

Inferior minds do tend to clutter these pages with their endless drivel, why is it that they're glad to mutter their thoughts from convoluted swivel of little substance to the world? Do they not know that greener grasses exist and if the truth were hurled they would perceive it with their asses. Would it not be so much more pleasant if real poets post their stuff, it always bugs me if a peasant whose thinking is a little rough presents his rubbish for display as if by typing it (with errors) it gains in value, let me say it should be clear that from the narrows of Dullards nothing much can ooze, so may I give a quick suggestion lock yourself in and sing your blues into your mirror, where the question of ridicule does not exist. Then we could go and read what AJS, or Lenchen, Tiff' and Jodilee, what Janice, Rich and R.C (bless) and Joyce and Amberlee set free from fertile minds and lovely souls that give us pleasure and much smiles, those are the ones to fill the roles of travellers who down the miles will be companions sorely missed should they decide to fall behind perhaps if hugged and sweetly kissed they see the light and change their mind. And when they write something so clever that one sits up and takes quick note it shows us that the losers never should have received the right to vote.