Perhaps if I fantasized,
I'd find less time to be critical.
Perhaps if I adorned my eyes with blinders.
I wouldn't mind bumping against the decadence.
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The wonderful thing about critics,
They know exactly that which is not.
And can not produce that which is!
Nothing that expresses talent.
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People will find any excuse,
To enforce an image of superiority.
Even disguise themselves as police...
To gain the confidence of innocent children.
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Why is I take offense,
Of those sitting on a fence...
With a giving of opinion.
And not being in the trenches,
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I do not pussyfoot or beat around bushes.
And I don't get offers to speak sweet messages either.
Not publicly.
I am prone to be...
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One can teach another,
Hygiene.
Depending on the age,
A listening begins.
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I had a 'crusader' of a certain faith,
Say to me one day.
I needed to pray to find my savior.
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You dip in your evils.
While others choose to sneak,
On those who sleep.
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You annoy!
As if it is enjoyed.
A specialty perfected that you do.
And it is not that I am cruel,
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That which is done to another,
With an intention to induce a harm.
That leaves a stinging one intends to bring,
With an intention meant.
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