(free writing)
People call me prolific
But some words are just ignored
That attention is not spread equally
And it makes them feel so bored
Showing this partiality
To all the children I create
They don't get the comments
And now would be too late
Their voices ringing in my head
Asking if they are as controversial
As the poem so talked about
It might as well have a commercial
Voices yelling just as loud
But put in the wrong place
They wither slowly down the page
Until they have no face
Into the archives they will go
When no one ventures past
The top two entries on the page
So many gone so fast
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