You poetry reviewers sitting high on your opinions,
placing us on your literary skewers.
Stuffing us like turkeys, with synonyms and antonyms ,
forbidding all cliche's .
You roast our images and tear us apart,
then reject us by claiming "Your'e just not avant- garde."
How can you really judge another one's art,
when we open up our soul, to expose our heart? .
Your words are harsh, and your critique vain.
You write sadistic views to bring others down in pain.
If we could have a glimpse inside your mind,
we would all be shocked to see you're literarily blind.