Mad As a Hornet

I’m mad as a hornet, which means mad as hell, Cause somebody’s saying I write too “cliché.” Well, I’ve had it to here. Now can’t you tell? I don’t give a hoot what he has to say! So what if I’m not some snot’s cup of tea? I’ll write however I want, for Pete’s sake! He doesn’t know beans! Good for nothing is he. I’ll just tell that nut to jump in a lake. He says that my imagery is not unique, Yet meanwhile, that no-talent writes for the birds! Like a hole in the head, I need his critique! He best watch his back, and them’s fightin’ words. His high lofty thoughts - I need none of those. In fact, I will shove them all up his nose! (Just being silly, but this was fun)