Nit-Picker

When a streetwalker deliberates
with another of her ilk,
her crunch with a customer, I get it.
Raves and ratings
are a part of her protocol.

When poets hawk their holdings
on social media floors,
it discommodes me.
Maybe I'm a troglodyte.

If it isn't au courant
does it retain the right
to exist in the greenhouse of ideas?