Snarky Critics
Snarky critics,
You were my bane!
Crushing, crunching up
My poems in your trap-snap
Jaws, spitting them out
In unrecognizable
Wads. Because of you,
I left the critics' fold,
That wolves' fold where
Fodder's sheep and
Poets cheap.
So now I thumb my nose
At ineffectual spite -
I skirt your iniquitous
Smirks and spray
The Internet with my words'
Array. Let all who dare to look or read
Into these wide waters wade,
With open minds and hearts ajar.
Let judgment be suspended
Like a shining star
And critics' screeds squeak
Into tiny empty thunderings
Afar.
Linda Brown Holt
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