(This is in no way a dishonor to the good people of Wisconsin,
the title is an attention-grabber.)

Some aspiring spirits have taken the "pen" with haste
And put sentiment to text with a great velocity,
Only to smear upon monitor brain-fuzz waste
Tasting of top-coating curdle stinking with ferocity.
Swiftly skimming the gooey aggregate in unanimity
An enthusiastic throng makes the cheese of Mediocrity.

Why do such water-striders flail over a fetid film
So glossy yet seen and pissed-in by all?
Why do they not snatch coal from a crackling kiln
Only to abrase bark for bitter-oozing gall?
Claustrophobic they flee the howling hollows
To skip, slip, and scuttle in the shallows.

Perhaps they paid heed to some pop pundit,
A heart-smart but mind-tart depraved maven
Preaching the principle of under-reaching ("Just Spew It!"),
Saying it shall flush ill feelings to safe haven.
The ground where distressed dogs release their burden
Is often shared by the playful cries of children.

Despite musings as to the flawed cause,
I will give pause to grant all the following advice:
In order to earn envy-yearning and durable applause
The deep and engrossing must be enticed; the petty excised.
That which can be communicated upon a face
At an altar with Art shares no noble place.