My name is Critique as a spirit I’m cold,
Your future is bleak when I have you told,
What I say is true in my own mind,
Though I may slag you off retribution’s unkind.
I am always right though never wrong,
Whatever you recite be it poem or song,
My view is final you’ve no right to reply,
Though I can't do what you do your work I’ll decry.
With monetary persuasion I will administer praise,
On that rare occasion your spirits I’ll raise,
My words can destroy even the best,
That I really enjoy it fills me with zest.
What do I do I hear you all ask,
Give you a review then take you to task,
Comments you dislike your reply I’ll dispel,
At your heart I’ll strike then damn you to Hell.
When I read yours it does make me jealous,
Yes my criticism can be over zealous,
But my views can determine flop or success,
Your masterpiece I can leave in a terrible mess.
I’m the ultimate being so like it or not,
My views are all seeing I will leave you distraught,
You must never forget I’m a sensitive soul,
So don’t make me fret I could lose control.
My words are my bond to my fantasy domain,
I take pleasure in driving all others insane,
What I say about some is an utter disgrace,
But I don’t have the courage to say it to their face.
What you manufacture you love others to enjoy,
But if truth be told I just live to annoy,
Over the years my sheer arrogance has grown,
So before you comment no I can’t write my own.
Seeing all your great work with revenge I’m empowered,
So I’m not just a jerk I am also a coward,
I’ve just one rule in life on which you all must agree,
Though I love causing you strife,
‘’ You Can’t Criticise Me ‘’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
truly said so, bri, and well said.