The poetry critic, punched in at nine
wasn't real sure, if he, was there on time
The secretary, was filing her nails
reviewing the latest, poetry fails
The desks stacked high, and wide
stainless and cold, the critics decide
Applying arbitrary laws, and sad stricture
not able to see, a beautiful picture
One foot in mouth, not really that smart
just a critical ego, minus, the heart
In the end it is said, of poets/poetess and critics
one practicing art, the other
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
The poetry critic, punched in at nine
wasn't real sure, if he, was there on time
The secretary, was filing her nails
reviewing the latest, poetry fails
The desks stacked high, and wide
stainless and cold, the critics decide
Applying arbitrary laws, and sad stricture
not able to see, a beautiful picture
One foot in mouth, not really that smart
just a critical ego, minus, the heart
In the end it is said, of poets/poetess and critics
one practicing art, the other
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