Poetic Gifts Poem by Patti Masterman

If you can string words together like Faust
And the meaning not completely soused
By golly, by gee, you've got a career:
Leaving comments on poems of verbal seers

The Illiterati- you're just a stepping stone-
And their quaint skill, t'will hone
For if you will write a comment, it's proving
That their poetry must be quite moving

Beyond shadow of a clout
That it's hidden by a doubt
Though their writing is remedial
And their neediness torpedial

They need your comments, poet
Beneath their words, will show't:
Their cunning way, with English prose
And verbal drainage, no bars holed

No matter if it makes no sense
And please try not to make a wince
On their bared turquoise intuition
Of myopic fulminating frisson

And please leave a comment quite sincere;
Thereby, their own words made clear
That is your end in life because
You're just the poetic Santa Claus.