Galvanized With Steely Mettle

Countless instances submitting poems finds me racking quite a hefty collection of rejections, the responses lacking disappointing voluminous vicious venomous vitriolic backing quite the contrary, the prefabricated responses unsuccessful at hijacking my "FAKE" toothy gumption (since I wear dentures) lip smacking bite size packing not exceptionally appetizing, but definitely wanting with more pungent acidity stinging (albeit figuratively) painfully digging into the essence of all bone marrow, asper this humble, who will brazenly continue entering competitions until scathing character ridiculed of course including unsolicited yet denigrating words clearly, definitively, and flagrantly insinuating this prolific entity among basket of deplorables wasting his precious energy and time crafting ambiguous, horrendous, and nebulous word mangling poetic endeavors attempting to garner plaudits generating infamous, notorious, and sanctimonious renown diluting the medium, which August pantheon replete with posthumous scriveners reputations eternally outshining any facile, infantile, and juvenile laboring in my unbiased opinion far more deserving of a simple bland communique devoid of any ripsnorting flagitious, malicious, and unscrupulous character assassinating (mine), which continuously insipid sending (to yours truly) said tactfully gentle turning down efforts requiring nose to the grindstone painstaking efforts, which witness shuttering myself within this mancave, barely surviving on thin gruel necessitating copious blood, sweat, and tears with nary even a shopworn reprehensible glint bombarding, condemning, and defaming, hence such determination bedeviling diligence to espy acceptably blistering excoriating, and insulting nauseating mean opprobrium meted out to me until such outpouring of vindictiveness acquired, I will continue logic bending writing. Wherefore art thou to find (even trumped) critique?