Star Struck

Sounds like poets.com... the re-re-re-submit syndrome.  I have nothing but contempt for those people (though there are, or at least were, good poets buried amongst the steaming piles of manure).  

So, to that end, I thought I'd share my ode to the breed:

I'm a poor poet, the Top Ten it beckons,
Thousands of messages sent, I can't lose,
I am the best poet ever, Mum reckons -
Listen as I sing the ole five star blues.

In between ebay and internet banking,
I write my poems and beg for reviews,
One hand for typing, the other for wanking -
Listen as I sing the ole five star blues.

Look at my name in the coveted "best" list,
Some people say I don't have any clues.
What would they know? They're so fucking elitist -
Listen as I sing the ole five star blues.