“Reply To A Snobby Critic”

haunting and eerie,

I am alone,

my ancient aura,

invisible,

to all,

but a few,

I seem to care for,

such innocent belief,

calms my soul,

thinking bad,

judging others works inferior,

is self delusion,

I am not the best,

yet better than many,

who look down on my poems,

beware of friends,

they often are the worst,

they will love you,

until they smell a chance,

to hurt the competition,

I don’t sweat the small stuff,

within I know,

lines, prose’s, and friends,

and friendships are lies,

built upon self delusion,

when someone sets blame,

and advertises,

it’s always because of fear,

of having found a superior,

writer,  to be a friend,

no more blame,

is placed,

self righteousness ,

claimed by amateurs,

learning the poetry game,

not mature enough to witness,

the wizard, that outdistances,

your juvenile rhymes,

as an eighth grade,

Language Arts child,

is compared with a tenured professor,

no crybaby self righteous tones,

can make others see,

that you have a long way to go,

to be considered a peer of me.

© Sam Hyde

    03-03-11