Buzzword b[l]eached pompos-city
unhinges poetic experience's
foundations.
Quickie contests try city zen patience,
sat on a mo[nu]ment
rapping at grief.
Contest[ed] cliques p[l]ay it forward
feature backward thinking,
[ill]iterative judgements often biased.
Uncommented gems, rhyme overlooked
alongside ready vers libres rants,
compete with time for lebensraum.
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