Accolades

If you ever have a professor
who tells you that your poetry
is good.

Meet that professor in the alley
with a crowbar and break his/her
knees.

Then jump off the tallest building
in your community.

Your poetry was terrible
in a world of terrible poetry
and you sought to receive
accolades.

You are the worst type of scum.

(Except celebrities who try to cash in
on their status in order to publish
poetry that is even more terrible than
the run-of-the-mill poetry that is published
by people who actually have a brain.)