In Foresight Of Criticism - Poem by Joseph Dagger
Bedazzled and razzled by this intellectually challenged,
Incessantly ill balanced, criticism of my talents,
You mistook my words ‘intrinsically, linguistically, better than you infinitely’ as mere simplicity,
When it came derivatively from my obsession with Bo Diddely.
Now don’t get confused, you’re not here to be abused,
The point is neither am I,
I write like I’m in the sky, you might just say I’m high,
But generalisations can never be revelations and tell us less than a republican amalgamation at a brain dead destination, voting bush without hesitation,
So here I am out on a platter, you can criticise what I gather, rip it to tatter but if you think I’ll go away like disintegrating matter you’ll have to eat my words and grow ten million times fatter.
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