Critique
You know a lot
Like leopard spots;
You cast your lot
In hollow thought.
You cast raw taste
In hurried bits;
It's such a waste
To fumble fit.
You seem to know
With lots to show;
A murky flow
In guile that slows.
You have a way
As critique fits;
Your ***** fond say
In empty bits.
Yes worldly wise
You seem to be;
As if the prize
Is what you see.
You talk of taste
In this made haste,
Yet time finds waste
In clueless taste!
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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