You inspired me to write this as a reply.
It's not good by my standards, but it gets the message across. After reading that my brain shut down for awhile. The last stanza, as I fear this may be wasted on a fool's ears, refers to three poets you really, and I mean really, need to look into.
As for the game. The three was for the concept of playing a game to read a poem. I got to about level 16 I think before I got bored of it. The only reason I went that far is because I wanted to read the entire poem without %uFEFF in it. God help me, I don't know why I wanted to read any further than that, but I did. Then i called my brother to ask him to read it so i knew someone else in this world suffered as I did.
On a last note. Yes, I did write this poem to slander yours. But in the process of insulting you I had fun. I decided I hated you much less and ask that you see the advice that the poem gives as well.
Oh I guess I didn't give it a title yet... Ah, I know....
Why Do My Eyes Bleed Oh Lord!
Your words and tactics are shapeless and base
Like the cold biting wind that scathed my face
The satyrs cry and stop their dancing
The demons in hell cease their snarling and gnashing
Cereberus, terrible shield of Hades, whimpers and whines
Gods, beautiful and everlasting, now see through but mortal eyes
In perhaps your naivete
You did not know you wrote our doomsday
Your prose is no less than agony
The rhyming scheme wails for consistency
All who can read may die at the sight of your wicked writ
Your mother shrieks as the rapture bears her away, "Look at what you did!"
There is a gentle rapping at your chamber door
It is the raven begging you write, "Nevermore"
Robert Frost fled, his family and friends forsaken
He ran away not caring what road was less taken
Dante kept secret the last circle of his inferno
Reserved for those whose writing no one should ever know