Dishonest poets are wily and smart, <br />They hide behind tested structure and form, <br />They know how to write, they know how to rhyme, <br />They take great pride saying nothing at all, <br /> <br />Dishonest poets are cowards at heart, <br />For it takes great courage to be open, <br />Oh! How their doubt flickers as their tongues dart, <br />Around all that weaves their truth unspoken, <br /> <br />Dreams laid in tatters, not that it matters, <br />For they are all Henchards the lot of them, <br />Coloured with mud that sticks as it splatters, <br />We would be far better off shot of them, <br /> <br />Were it not that when they speak through their heart, <br />Other hearts swell up, then they break open.<br /><br />Anthony Di'anno<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dishonest-poets/
