Reply To A Criticism Poem by Joseph M Donatelli

I could close my mouth forever
Tightening the chains that bind it
And idiots empty would be less for it
No word no sign to guide their stumbling
As they wonder weaver and wind
Through this simple maze of life
And lose themselves in waisted time

I must choose
Do I bore the endless dullard masses
Challenge futures be a windy verbal force
Evolve intelligence with my pen and verse
And in this exhausting forward process
Bore my close but now insulting friends

Or choose lobotomy
I'm told that would cure my curiosity
As though it were a disease that offends
The sensitivities of those who dated
Fear my contemporary knowledge seeking threat
To the nothingness their simple minds beget
Well the scalpel the pen or what

I'll run at the mouth and pen to the end
Every word a gem on a ring of worth
Serious and giddy in the same breath
I'm going to write and talk you all to death
And when you're all gone the last stiff buried
I'll rap on wordy weaving history unworried