Poetic Justice - Draw Your Own Conclusions

Isn't life funny? You spend hours and hours writing and revising re-revising and rewriting and then starting almost from scratch again making sure each line sounds right each and every word fits, does what it's supposed to do, and then of course making sure there's enough imagery, symbolism, metaphor, and all that there gobbledy-gook Finally (!) you post your poem and then you have to edit it three or even four more times anyway, because you saw something else that didn't quite work right when you viewed it again...and again...and again... On the proverbial other hand You decide that you can't go to sleep without doing one more so you dash something off in 7 minutes or less you don't even check it for typos, errors, or omissions and you figure, "What the H," at least I published another one before I hit the hay...btw, you sleep like a rock that night... The next morn you wake up with the nagging feeling that your magnum opus is mediocre poetry at best, humdrum stuff: Hmmmmmm As for your 7-minute rush job -- Ehhhh, Phoooey! Fugettaboutit! You regret posting it, and vow never to act so rashly again At work though you reverse course and suddenly can't wait to see how many comments your masterpiece got.. So, after work when you get a chance to check you find no comments on your you-know-what and a dozen or so on your hack job.