People Are Shallow 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

This poem was not written about my friends on myspace, just the 
people who get all the accolades for basically writing shit and 
they never reciprocate and appreciate my work. Sorry for being 
negative, but I get sick of it after a while and have to vent.

People are shallow
In it strictly for a cheap thrill
They do drive by hit and runs
Steal what little there is of value
And they're gone
When you see a sample at Costco
If you calmly walk over to try a sample
Just the second before you get there
Six swooping hands snatch every last morsel from before you
People all want something for nothing
Their attitude is "Where's mine and when's it getting here?"
You read their poems and appreciate their work
And they ignore the fact that you're alive
Showing me the real reason they troll this fucking place
Just to get attention and steal something for themselves
Not to give or make love with their words
Only the real true people I know
Are there to appreciate my soul
And what I have to give to them
Because they know it makes me feel good to give
If you park a nice car in a lot
It's like a magnet for trailer trash people who fling their 
doors open
People get theirs and then they shit all over you on their way 
out
They trample your pearls under their feet like swine
Drinking all your dinner wine
Telling you your poems are fine
Like phony assholes kissing your behind
Just so you'll read their stinking poems
That sound like they were written by John Holmes
I'm never gonna read another stinking poem
Written by people with shit for brains
I don't care what the fuck they write
Their phony mouths are full of shite
They can go fly a fucking kite