The poets I ignore can worry me;
I feel I could do with more empathy.
Then ‘Why should I care?’ the dominant thought,
For they never give me the time of day;
Probably best we both do it our way.
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It just doesn’t stop me having some guilt -
This the way creativity is built?
All this soul searching, I’ll give it away,
Why must I put myself under so much strain
When contributions here do keep me sane?