...Wise To Be Humble

Oh God, it is wise to be humble but poets may never believe, in the poet world's rumble and tumble he has millions of words up his sleeve. And he twists them and shapes their behinds then he kisses their curves and their skin, as the poem then labours and grinds he will dream of the day he will win. There is no one who writes quite the same nor will searchers discover a man who will speak with each word in a frame and each line laid acording to plan. You, who laugh at these poems, just hush! Can you equal this salad of words? And if not I command you to blush pay respect to the culture of nerds.