All the poetry in the world
will never make a difference.
Every line is wasted words
from a million voices never heard.
Every sonnet is a waste of time
delivering no coherent meaning.
This spilled ink that runs in tides
amounts to clamourous, idiot cries.
See: here is this doggerel verse
complete with digital pagination:
and you who read it thus far verge
on giving these lines the virtual bird.