The Unholy Statuette

Make no excuses, for we will not hear:
A dreadul wordsmith, writing prose so queer,
Subordinating clauses till we're vexed
Whose style is suited more to smartphone text;
And influencing, to some small degree,
The weirdnesses of a mere century.
For plain morality and plainer style,
Your Stephen Kings outclunk him by a mile.

Our world of fantasy can ill afford
To have him glower from its high award.
A racist, he wrote nasty things and so
From all our shelves his eidolon must go;
Along with your whole Founding Father crew,
Who - whisper it - possessed a slave or two.

Samuel Grimsnipe