Ruthy, and Irony Byrony, let us look together at the quoted verse, sentence by sentence, and let harshness fall gracefully in the greater cause of better writing in the futureth, on some othereth day
As it turns out, it’s now too late
soz, clumsy, all the words are too small
The house of cards comes crashing down
8 Cliché penalty points, house of bleedin' cards, OY!
Its credit out of time and date
if this be a credit card suggestion, I like- it would show the poem not to be entirely bankrupt
The self-appointed priests of hate
I think everyone likes self-appointed although it is a mystery why. Is there that much competition that people go "I don't care what you say but I'm a Priest of Hate" ?
Are left to tend the fires at night
half syllable too long, say it, you will see
To keep the packs and prides at bay
if this be a pack of cards suggestion, then ditto above
For all the so-called good and great
nope, don't get it
Hanging from the hands of fate.
a further 6 Cliché penalty points
the redeeming feature of this, Ruthy, is that it sounds like the writer was having fun.
all the besty