"Bozos Are Bred" wil you comment ansd such a weary aggravated impromptu, pleas?

Question

"Bozos are bred in secretive glee
While we, aghast, wish more sharing to be.
They seem to re-produce, fertilising one another`s angst
Ane each of us gets kicked, scarred, they won`t let us be.

Someone`s withdrawing, anther`s reported -
The hand-rubbings of the bozos in their lunacies, have distorted
folks` talents.

I, for one, am past my wits` ends
repeatedly, but what of the friendships spoiled as each suspects each?
This, rather than the poetic canon, is the lesson
The bozos are implacably determined to teach?

That all must be aline, hurting more than each had done?
Oh, what a triumph of poetic affiliated scheme, they`ve then won!
Yet wait, One`s innate sense of fragrant blessings hold -
And are not tainted, by bozos - whose sorrow-wickednesses are too old
to be reached or balm-ed
By these sweet, peeping flowers of each poem`s fresh innocent dawn."

Answer 1

Bozos are bred

Violence is too

Poetry's dead

Thanks to a few

Answer 2

Edited. With the best intentions and full respect.



One from the bozos' secret piggery

I have my sty lit up with impish glee

Cos I'm expected to be fed delicately

Most likely due to the Jubilee

No stupid silage of mediocrity, no quarter-backed cake

Today Lapiz, Her Eloquence, will serve a well-done steak

Past the wicked ends, slipping through the looking glass

A touch of a jabberish pretence, but I would not put up a fuss

Answer 3

I think I've become immune to being cut down...or else have a very thick skin! Lapiz, this cuts through the stuff that many have had to endure--unjustly, I think.



Some of your spelling isn't perfect, but the language is. Metaphors are wonderful, and you've caught everybody's interest (and their piques) with this piece.



Wonderful work!

Answer 4

there is a cold and calculating evil threading it's way through our mass

my power just glitched

my internet is 3 months overdue must remember to pay bills today

I think

maybe

and ... we as sisters

mothers,

daughters and friends must remember

when all the cards are down and laid out... sometimes we need to retreat

but never retreat so far as not to reach out one of us to another



we are woman

hear us roar



meow

Answer 5

Thank you sister. I for one pray for the day when we will be noted for only our poetry, or our passion for it.