Literary Scene - Chopsticks, Spoons, Forks On The Lane Of My Mind Poem by john tiong chunghoo

A strange encounter, this person's writing, whom some hail as 'great', I found it to be inadequate. There are so many 'erudite' words strewn all over the place. The feeling is not that they are wrongly used, but that they stand around like they have no business except to point out the fact that the writer wants them to make him look smart. They feel like chopsticks, spoons, forks, chopping boards thrown onto the lanes of my mind. I just wish to tell the man....... your literary journey has hardly even begun.