E.O.P. (Evolution Of Poetry)

In what way is poetry being murdered?
when it was never really dead?
why criticize each other's style?
when in other poets footsteps we tread

By all means please feel free
to sew up any gaping wounds you may see
and kindly tell us how to heal the damages
that have been made to modern poetry

Has everyone become so arrogant
to believe that their work has no flaws
being eaten alive by critical praise
as upon our efforts they carelessly gnaw

Well what you are seeing
is a constant evolution
things change learn to accept it
there is no resolution

We get that not everything we do
is going to appeal to everyone
but during this evolution we work endlessly
in hopes that our words will outshine the sun

We always use contraception to avoid impregnating
the minds of those with no direction
unwilling to take on the responsibility of raising
and nurturing the offspring to perfection

We don't mean to be burdens
we're just addressing what's true
we refuse to be surrounded by lies
that spark unnecessary feuds

Maybe you should try
practicing what you preach
before even attempting to
polish heights you can't reach

If you ask us it seems as if
nothing but praise is what you seek
maybe you're the one who is murdering us
with your far from expert critiques

You know what they say
if it's not broke then don't try to fix it
so stop trying to ambush us
with your stupid, vengeful wishes

All constructive criticism is welcome
so speak up loud and clear
but criticize accordingly
for you are no Shakespeare

Don't try to point fingers towards a problem
of which you can find no conclusion
for there is no problem you just envy the fact
that we've started a new revolution