Offended beware this satire verse
I would rather be heard than a liar in hearse
What purpose for words in the hands of a cynic?
To gain your attention, the meaning intrinsic
Tell me, O reader, the faults in my craft
I crave interaction both stolid and daft
For where comes my worth? It’s the audience eyes!
In quiet you read, the kind I quite despise
So please if you can, if you could, if you care
Read my verbacious expositorial dare
I live for your ratings! Critique, my good friends!
Else I wander away toward other ends