Ode To Poetry Critics (Co-Written With James Fraser)

Wipe that silly grin from your face, boy I am a woman, but certainly not a wimp Watch me roll with the punches, tough guy It'll take more than your words my style to crimp Hey, babe, your style really sucks Call that art, I have seen kids write better Have some heart, instill it in your writes Feel the moment, feel those letters My feelings are there, you just may not relate If you can't grasp my intent, too bad for you I write from my heart, not from a man's head I know what I'm saying, you just haven't a clue Oh, i see you have posted another piece Let me read and determine my thoughts Excellent shape and so true to form This definitely has plusses, you must be man taught Hold on, joker, no man has influenced me Dickinson and Teasdale are among the finest Your thoughts on my work I'll disregard Your views on poetry reveal your blindness The last write you wrote, has invited my see It has clearly shown, your writing to be Scope, shape and the form you have written I have scrolled to your past, and I am sorrowful smitten No more condescending from ye on the throne? What was it that made you feel superior? And, furthermore, what gave you the right To make any poet feel inferior?