Poets Fashion - Poem by K.C. Ford
In this endless cycle of fashion,
the poets rise in praise
of whatever is the moments craze,
chanting words with pompous passion.
But empty are the hearts of men
who follow fads and latest trends,
who in truth cannot defend
the whims of such a fickle pen.
And when their verse no longer rhymes
with what fashion now dictates,
they hear the chorus of their fate;
You did not speak, you merely mimed.
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