Or, in other words my Thoughts are to inferior for you,
You who proudly takes the Teachers seal upon you,
and swears non judgement, you who taught me Poetry was
something to be loved, crated, and cherished no matter the subject or the look. Such are arbitrary to my message I attempt to convey,
and the feelings I try to display.
You don't like what I write?
I, frankly, Don't like you.