Run!

         Run

A crowd had gathered,
A kindred sort of clan
Steeped in mystic tradition
Since their time began
Gutsy describes them
As they cull the few
Robust in their minds
With latent power anew
Do not deride this bunch
They’re vicious and mean
Cunning and cruel
They’re completely obscene
They’re called by many names,
Bard, muse, odist and sonneteer
So the next you see a poet
Run! Get out of here!

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Kindred...Steep...Cull...Gutsy...Latent...Deride