Contempt

A hateful poem I wrote after receiving a bit of less-than-insightful criticism.

O,
You master of couplets!
Deft weaver of melodious rhyme;
That fabric which keeps great poems for all time
Embroidered upon our brains!

O,
You monolith to modern literature!
A memorial to cast a generous shade
So I might rest one day and proudly proclaim:
I have stood beneath you!

O,
You centurion of timeless form!
Much have I learnt from your musing;
In your passing we shall know the loss of
The hands that shaped the art!

O,
You glutton at the table of wisdom!
Crumbs of knowledge rest on your paper;
I would but glean them and be sated,
If only I could reach!

O,
You
Stupid
Son of a
Bitch!
Your couplets and meter mean naught!
I shit rhymes all the time, it requires no thought-
Try something you haven't been taught!