this is not a rant...just a poem for humor's sake.

If you want to become famous, If you ever have so wished, Just write a book of poems And make sure it gets published. The critics will all muster, Gather at the discount store. They’ll all line up to rate you As your books go out the door. They’ll talk about your background; They’ll talk about your name. They’ll analyze your income, Did you pay to get your fame? If your poems are in free verse They’ll say you’re slow to rhyme, But they’ll say that your old fashion If you rhyme on every line There’s just no way to please them Once you publicize your work. They all have their agendas As they criticize your book. But something they won’t comment on Is what you have really said In the book that you have published That they never even read.