Oh, you looked at my poem
And offered your opinion.
But, who asked you?
Or even care?
You have the same priviledge to create one.
Simply by pulling words out of the air.
You states that the grammar is wrong.
As if you wrote the poem,
Its like advising God.
To hold off on the thunder storm.
You're the poetry critic.
That judge of personal views.
That creates havoc, if we offer ours of you.
We all creates.
In our very own way.
Even editors of books.
Don't always gets their way.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 9:44 PM UTC
Oh, you looked at my poem
And offered your opinion.
But, who asked you?
Or even care?
You have the same priviledge to create one.
Simply by pulling words out of the air.
You states that the grammar is wrong.
As if you wrote the poem,
Its like advising God.
To hold off on the thunder storm.
You're the poetry critic.
That judge of personal views.
That creates havoc, if we offer ours of you.
We all creates.
In our very own way.
Even editors of books.
Don't always gets their way.
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