Spilt Criticism Poem by soren Barrett

Scattered pebbles of pain, butterflies of joy, icebergs of jealousy, biting flies that annoy
Love burnt scars from iron bars of fear, guilt's sticky tars, a look in the mirror
Spilt from the mouths of poets tormented souls, written in their blood on living parchment rolls
Criticism how easy, spitting out seeds in public is sleezy, drooling on another's food makes my stomach queasy
To piss on one's life freely opened in a journal, is flushing tears down the mouth of a dirty urinal