After reading Blue's ordeal, which is representative of the experience of many on other such poetry sites, a little hilarious write that is not meant to be irreverent of anyone or anything. Hope you can enjoy:

Then Neogod said,
“Let Us make poets in Our image,
according to Our likeness;
let them have dominion over the sheet of a pad,
over the leaves of a tome, and over the airwaves,
over all the earth and over every corner of the worldwide web.”

And the Poet lived one hundred and thirty years,
and begot a Mentoree in his own likeness,
after his image, and named him Poetoo.

“You shall not make for yourself a graven verse—
any likeness of anything that is in heaven above,
or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth;

lest you act corruptly and make for yourselves
a graven image in the form of any figure:
the likeness of male or female,
unless otherwise authorised by your Mentor.

Do not lie to each other,
since you have taken off your old poet-self with its old practices
and have put on the new poetself,
which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator:
Neogod.