fake poets
spray word confetti
from mouths of blunt teeth
from brains filled with
something like television
that never turns off
fake poets
think and say their way
inside bricks
get out again using tricks
abstracted from mere mortar
fake poets
compete with hoddies
to win gravity sweepstakes
where no one’s survival
is considered worth
the overtime
fake poets
breathe air eat food
bleed excrete and polish
verbal mirrors
until any random reader
can see a face
fake poets
fake it like this to entertain
put on this whole show
as a way to complain
and make enough room
in the trap to stand it
because those old fake poets
never die they just
weren’t really here
at all