Sunday, June 22, 2014

No critic

Poets always write
About what they know
And usually about themselves
Because who know them better
Than themselves
No critic could ever truly
Know what goes on in
That twisted mind of the poet
Unless the critics are crying
Because they didn't think
Of it first before everyone else
But hapless readers ponder
Is this important
What does he mean
Did he misspell that on purpose
Or damned autocorrect?
Who cares?
Only the critics
And nobody cares
About them... (I like the 3 dots, cool)...

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