The soulless stealing another's gifts
Gifts they lack because
They've emptied their souls
In pursuit of greed… -- from MomzillaNC
Insatiable beasts become them
Black hole hearts and gaping abyss minds -- from Jordan
slack-jawed lies' post mortem,
scooped hollow; nothing left to find -- from KLGoode
Jousting jesters, whose tepid quest;
to steal those lines they cherish best
from those who slave to find the words
then force-feed us the bitter curds -- from Ploughboy
True unsung heroes of shadows
pour ink in blood and sweat
string words with every breath
measly mice; thieves of dark
greedy vice; plague the lark -- from Sindu
Word salad nightmares at best
in forgery's counterfeit fallen ink
lying, cheating, cancer reapin' Jesus freaking,
shouldn't fornicate where you pray
Thinking this Poets' Forum was benign?
Think again! -- from Frieda P