Most Vocal Critic
My sister Pat says my words are too big,
that I lose my audience due to this.
By far, most people just don’t give a fig;
Anything over one’s head’s just a miss.
My vocabulary’s filled with nonsense,
And no one bothers to find the meaning.
No one wants their reading to be so dense
What I think’s clever is just demeaning.
Why can’t I just write simple stuff
about flowers and family and life?
Why isn’t that enough
without dredging up the dark, unhappy strife?
While I swim through depressing depths,
most people splash and play in shallows.
They laugh out loud, don’t hold their breath.
Real humor doesn’t come from gallows.
Copyright © James Ph. Kotsybar | Year Posted 2011
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