Compromised Poem by DM W

So now you're inclined to turning
Tricks for the vain glitterati;
Just jumping through hoops like a seal,
For the proverbial pay packet.
Chasing paper rather than dreams;
Shacking up with all and sundry.
So what's it like there in Purgatory
Now Poetry's sweet angels have all fled?
To be frank I can't say I'm shocked.
I suppose it was good while it
Lasted - however temporary.
I've met your type so many times.
It has become kind of hackneyed.
I feel like a modern Tantalus.
Yet it's still so hard to commune
With someone who's reaching for the stars:
Just to resign & throw it all way;
To surrender to the status quo.