Where are the poems submitted

Where are my poems,
What did you do?
I opened my book,
And submitted quite a few.
The thieves of poetry,
Will get just one more,
Because of poetry.com,
I'll be closing the door.
Artists must create,
Musicians must sing,
But the poet, is dead,
And it's because of lying fiends.
So give yourself,
A big pat on the back,
You're treacherous behavior,
Has left my mind cracked.
I plead with everyone,
Posting right here,
Keep your art in your home,
Or it will disappear.