The Critic Poem by Milica Franchi De Luri

Unleashed serpent's tongue vegging,
poison dripping from his pen,
giving punches below the belt.
The slobbering idiot is
pondering on hate.
He sees evil
and laughs until he cries
with pleasure to see someone squeal
and walk in shame,
for he stands for nothing, but
his own full stomach
Sneers at anyone who does
To hell with nature,
with lost spice's, and
creatures of all kind,
Behold the restless ocean!
The world will end when i die.