Mister Goody Two Shoes Poem by Shaun Cronick

Damn it's good reads brilliant,
And I would be seen as nuts.
To give him a morsel of credit,
For I can't stand his guts.

His poems I privately admire,
Publicly I label them crap.
His poetry just simply flows,
His face I'd love to slap.

Endless jealousies and hatred's,
They do fuel my poisoned pen.
But this poet is so prolific,
He ignores me time and again.

He's Mister Goody Two Shoes,
Writing about wrong and right.
I do love to belittle him,
Revelling in scornful spite.

I am a media poetry critic,
And he doesn't give a damn.
His on line poems I attack,
I troll and cowardly spam.

A victory though so hollow,
What's written he'll delete.
This Mister Goody Two Shoes,
Is one I'll never defeat.