Admonishment To A Bad Poet
Bad
poems
give just cause
to critics who
revel in finding
ways to rag on others’ flaws.
 
When
upon
poorly set,
is personal
whose hearts cherish pride,
and, gorging upon regret,
pen
paper’s
the offense
to eyes of those
who thrive on defeat,
hunger to impose the sense.
 
Though this condemnation is
against the vain brutes,
their point’s not lost.
Pray you, don’t
feed those
maws.