Poetry Itself

Poems themselves are truly an art. They normally speak from the heart, Even the ones about death and decay, You can almost hear that person say. Yet there are some that are not. There are some that are bought, And used as an easy rhyme. Since not all of us have the time, Certainly not the skill, And would much rather just print up a bill. The songs are not bad, But it is kind of sad, They must feel abused, Knowing they were used Like bees are for honey, And by that, I do mean money.