The trouble with "those" poets' "Woe is me,"
which they declaim so repetitiously
is that they seek some person's empathy;
with none of their own, Immaturity,
even in adulthood, relentlessly
misleads them to mislead the score:
that, in poems like theirs, less is always more:
the Muse deserves far better poetry---
something more universal of expression
than some blog-sounding, journalized confession
as common sense retreats in full recession,
so that everyone else is held to blame
(if one believes what "woe is me" poems claim)---
but only those who write, thus, bear the shame.
Starward