My Poisen Pen

My poison pen

In red I write

To rip and tear

And scratch and bite

I lay to waste

In all great haste

Unruly verse not to my taste

Like Shakespeare, Chaucer, Wordsworth too

I know what’s best for all of you

So take my criticisms for what they are

From that of a puffed up pseudo star

 

Chop, chop, chop, rip, rip, rip

My pens out of ink

Lickity lick, lick, lick

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

about a jackass who liked to drip acid on poets

Reviews

[deeps]

I can feel the rage
I like this.