find a poem, and then write a new poem that has the shape of the original, and in which every line starts with the first letter of the corresponding line in the original poem.
Official scribblers, when I was a poet,
Whinged, driveling into an MFA void—
Intolerable, as if God were a literary milquetoast
with no poetic spine,
capable of little. An MA advisor.
If weird line breaks mean anything at all—
totally done with that.
Tepid sort of academic brown-nosing,
tedious rehash of predictable Modernism
obfuscating in rarefied tones, in some chapbook
boringly academic, same as it always was,
except offering their inferior product to no one.
And then before long, an awful new
poem is born. Cringingly dull.