Welcome to my home...my domicile.
Maybe only Edgar Allen could Poe'm my style.
Nevermore will metaphors breach prior ages.
Never more clever lore have reached higher stages. 

Yes, rubbish has been published.
And some mavens acquired wages.
They may crow, with their Ravens in wired cages.
Here beats my Tell-Tale Heart. You can tell us apart.

Those in the throes of prose are thus zealous of art.