Mediocrity
Is something quite elusive
For little low-lives.
Critiquing poems
No matter their great number
Requires talent.
A mind so vicious
And full of blinding hatred
Will always crumble.
It is who cannot
Build anything of value
He knocks all others.
Two thousand poems
Dumped in this place.A pleasure?
Perhaps to Nikhil.
Mediocrity
Perhaps describes these poems.
Then what describes you?
You'll never take the high road will you Nehrlich? ...in your opinion if folks don't see things your way they must be low lifes...probably explains why you've bounced from continent to continent throughout your life...just impossible to get away from us low lifes isn't it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes the shoe fits, Jodilee. What do they say, so many lives lost, wasted. That's insignificance for you. Too much of it. Here is greetings and blueberry pie to you. H