Published poet or international scam?

[kvonmc]

I think I am going to send in this poem for Nobel House to publish; they also can shove it up their corporate asses.

The rise of anarchy fills my eyes,
Condemning me with your circle of lies,

Giving me letters, feeding me lines,
With the only intentions of dollar signs,

Greedy Green eyes and a Dirty Black heart,
You’re putting all my poems in a shopping cart,

Making money off of endless talent,
Demoralizing your character, far from gallant,

Don’t get too comfortable with your evening slumber,
You’ve got the money, but we’ve got the number.

(c)Kevin McElroy