Digital Antagonist

Ode to a chap who enjoys giving me perpetual grief online. This was my reply.

There's this guy who constantly gives me grief online
as if I need a reminder that I am not funny or smart
that I am incapable of posting any story without his remark
as if he should impart and bestow all of social media
with his divine and seraphic academia:
what is with that?

He posts comments about how illiterate my poetry is
how it doesn't follow the rules; the do-nots and the do's
pontificates how its not properly punctuated
as if I should give up altogether and just shine shoes
and forget trying to construct sentences
just wander in the carousel of nebula's
eternally seeking the tentacle of enemas:
what is with that?

This guy enjoys winding me up like a persistent hobby
the reverent devilment of sadistic entitlement 
pushing my head under water for a digital baptism 
that I should thank him for his rhetoric enlightenment 
as if he was blessed with a correspondence talisman:
what is with that?

This isn't even a poem.
I am letting off steam like an overused kettle
fed up of his mortar forever rammed in my pestle
the temples are raging and my brain is just draining
to explode on cue on the next digital heckle
the cracked and broken vessel 
into a vengeful steam-driven projectile:
what is with that?

This, < here > , is my only escape
and creative cathartic vent
I'll post this lament
with the stench of discontent
and tag his name and then just wait
for his feverish malcontent 
that I should dare to 
prevent his God-like dissent.

Memo to self 
to a digital antagonist
and his verbose verbal cyst
and the keyboard of twists
when you push
sometimes you get
a big shove back
so don't be surprised
by my riposte
and this poetic attack.

Author's Note

All thoughts and feedback welcome

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This has elements of a combination of thoughts ---
I'd agree its a vent with a poetic wit thrown in there for merit...
the question at the end --- iterates the theme ---
and you even went with a rhyme scheme...

[Frieda P]

Ha I think it's a poem, a rant within one, I think I know this chap you speak of....pay him no mind, we don't adhere to his rules, we just want to be heard, and 'feel' the words, I felt this one cut like a sword. Carry on....