Sweet And Sour Plums

I have composed over 15900 poems... but my master poet tells me... its not quantity.. but quality.. then i asked him fools read me... over 2000 daily... let me be... Then he said okay be a 'POETree''' bear fruits of all kinds more sweet.. bitter few... i shall not interview nor interfere with you... post all rubbish too.. who am i to control you none can control vomit... but then I said some flies and fleas... survive on vomit too... you want me to starve them O MASTER TELL ME WILL YOU... HE became silent... then vamoosed He has fused diffused and now lies in refuse