Louis Spence Poet Didactic

PARASITE

Aint nothing in life so weak and parasitic 
As the smug self-delusional heckling critic 
Sick with repressed envy and a manner most vile 
He slithers to his seat to vent his acrid bile 
Bereft of any talent to do anything himself 
Can't wait to put the boot into everybody else 
Can't act, can't dance, can't sing, can't play 
Wouldn't have the nuts to get up on stage anyway 
Sad man, sad man, silly little sad man. 

Really rates himself as a man who knows his stuff 
Mouthing well-used insults (too dumb for off-the-cuff) 
When you're up there playing he'll inevitably try 
To portray mock disdain if you ever catch his eye 
So pay no mind to this impotent imbecile 
Who follows his calling with unrelenting zeal 
No wit, no style, no clout, no class 
The turgid remains of a charisma bypass 
Sad man, sad man, pity for the sad man. 

     Like a keyboard warrior, an internet troll
     Loves it when his barbs hit an unsuspecting goal 
     And if you ever flinch, he's got you mind and soul
    Thinks this master of the moment the ninja in control

Next time I'm performing I pray that he will show 
I'll come on all guns blazing, and hope he has a go 
This piteous mug who'll dismiss me with a sneer 
Chuckling with his cronies at how bad I've been up here 
On social media you can bet he'll go to town 
Spewing forth his venom as he tries to put me down 
No joy, no smile, no love, no praise 
A pitiful indictment of his hollow darklit days. 
Sad man, sad man, silly little  sad man.

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Donna Oakley December 31, 2016 at 7:17 AM Love this one. As a performer, it takes a lot to get on stage no matter what your ability is. And when one of these 'sad man - sad man - shitty little sad man (or woman) indulges themselves....it really is pathetic. Love the poem.

Cona Adams January 8, 2015 at 7:54 AM I give it a seven, Louis. Hurrah for you for standing up to criticism and rising above it. Extra Kudos for finding a way to shut the critic's mouth. Those who can. do. Those who can't, rant.

Shadow Hamilton March 13, 2014 at 4:43 AM a write full of wisdom for man's fobs Louis great pen hugs Louis Spence March 13, 2014 at 5:02 AM Thanks so much for taking the time to read AND comment, Shadow. Have a great weekend.

Verlena S. Walker March 2, 2014 at 5:08 AM Nicely written and with zest... Louis, do you anymore to say? :)... Enjoyed... Verlena Louis Spence March 2, 2014 at 7:25 AM Many thanks, Verlena. Have a great week. Louis

Mohammad Taha Effendi February 3, 2014 at 7:47 PM Amazing write. Honest and right between the eyes. I have to add this to my favs! Louis Spence February 4, 2014 at 6:25 AM Many thanks,Taha. Much appreciated, unlike the attention of heckling critics! Have a great week.

Christine Phillips February 2, 2014 at 11:42 AM The truth spoken well in this piece. Yes that's the job of a critic. I remember those days on the stage in my youthful days, I used to acted my heart out...only to see my name in the Sunday paper with a negative comment. I never gave up infact it made me stronger because those critics were only trying to make a name for themselves by demonstrating how mean they can be. That's the way they make their living. A very beautiful poem expressing the realities of life. Louis Spence February 2, 2014 at 12:00 PM Many thanks Christine for taking the time to post some most revealing comments. I was booed off at my first gig aged 17. It lives with me. I now have 8 stock 'putdowns' if anyone is daft enough to take me on. They'll try it only once now- believe me! Have a great week. Thank you.