This was actually written first in a notebook, as rare as that is these days. It references: "He Is Disconnect"

Poetry From the Poet's Perspective
Being a poet now that everything has been said
Does little for originality.
Even the well of metaphor is fast drying up,
And a new simile is like a four leaf clover
In the world of words.
Every single hyperbole has been worn out,
And all alliteration achieves is accentuating the atrophy of
This august yet astringent art form.

"This is a hold up"
The boy put pen to paper 
He called it a poem.

It's a sign of the times that the words all grow old,
With real passion in repose and dwindling down to short supply.
Where lines were written of love and hope and tales of valor told,
There is now repetition and redundancies, and from the poets--a collective sigh.
"The spark is lost! The flame is quenched! Rain has finally come."
Though those with a true poet's heart and soul carry on just the same.
This challenge to overcome the mundane purges the field of some
So only the most sincere of rhymes will in the end remain.
With candor, this process is by no means a new innovation.
For as long as there was poetry, there were imitators of the art,
And as long as humankind exists, countless will choose the vocation.
But the genuineness of the practice will be retained through pureness of soul and heart.
In being a poet now that everything has been said,
It is with beautiful re-creation wherein lies the path ahead.