insipid imitatations
inspired immolations
these vapid
insistent instigators
puffed up
on self importance
crows acting as ravens

watching from the stands
as they fumble
using collanders
to catch the rain
not understanding
what they manufacture
in generic throes
she simply breaths
through supple prose

trying to catch lightning
huddled in bunkers
unable to grasp beauty
groping blindly for art
paint by number pretenders
peddling snake oil tinctures
and calling it the cure