The Poetasters

Poetasters love each other's poems,
They praise and stroke and compliment and seem
To care about each other and their work.
They are happy in their vanity -
A vanity that is like monkeys grooming -
But vanity like this is more like love.
Friends are made and poetry forgotten -
While talent, skill and genius are alone
In solitude creating what will last
Known to them but unbeknownst to them.

Joseph Hart

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