Poem, Poem, my kingdom, for a poem.
It's an intense conflagration,
that sere's my very:
soul.

A confraternity of peers,
that confabulate, yet expect!
If that's the right word?
To read a masterpiece, every now and again.

Almost consanguineous, but the blood,
is not a match. The mind set, however, is!
And you best pay attention;
cause THERE WILL, be a quiz.

Bout how we seem to write our writes,
for some high attainment stuff,
The truth is we write for the other's,
whom, like us, write too,
and a peers applause is better, than
TWO!
Of a readers, maybe even three,
cause a poet knows a good write,
from mediocrity.