Poetasters, Or Time-Wasters Poem by Tan Pratonix

I wept a bucket of tears reading those poems.
I wept so much that my eyes went dry.
The poets had such fearful notions.
Many of them even wanted to die.
But do they have to do it on a poetry site?
For me somehow it doesn't seem right.

Most of them appeared to suffer from the curse
Of ventilating pathological verse;
Some needed a psychiatrist's couch
(Viewing their versions I cried, ' Eww! Ouch! ')
Others needed a lonely cemetery
Where they could die easily of low-grade poetry.

Ever since I joined these poetry sites
I'm having a lot of sleepless nights.
I think most of these poets are crazy or daft.
They have no idea that a poem is 'craft'
Where wordsmiths forge a work of art,
Something that speaks to the innermost heart

And yet inspires thinking, stimulates the mind
To dig deep and study and trace and find
Nuggets of gold in masterly lines.
I've had enough of miserable moans and whines,
This yipping and yapping of rabid poetasters
Who kill beauty and truth - these tedious time-wasters!