Rapping

Stop yelling at me! That's what I would say
If one of those hip hop "artists" asked me.
They won't ask me. They think that irony
Is someone else's problem. That's okay,
But if they're hoping I'll just fade away
While they rhyme "Habit, he" with "gravity,"
Prosodic meetings with depravity,
They ought to think again. I think I'll stay.

Is no one listening to this at all?
Indeed, for poets these are troubled times,
Verse forms replaced by critics' paradigms,
And when you ask about it, they just stall.
Please wait. Soon somebody will take your call,
And yell at you in ringing third-rate rhymes.