Don't Follow The Fakers 2 Poem by DM W

The pied piper poets are courting
The sweetly singing sirens by the rocks.
In time they will both lead their acolytes
To wretched oblivion; for they can
Only offer the allure of novelty
Not the potent wisdom of the ages.

The true artist court no sycophants.
His light emanates from deep within
The vast, ethereal realms
Of his self contained soul.
He deplores dewy eyed disciples,
And the doggerel of deluded amateurs.