A Satire For People Who Take Poetry Reviewers too Seriously
You poetry reviewers sitting high on your opinions,
placing us on your literary skewers.
Stuffing us like turkeys, with synonyms and antonyms,
forbidding all clichés.
You roast our images and tear us apart,
then reject us by claiming, "you're just not avant-garde."
How can you really judge another one's art,
when we open up our soul, to expose our heart? .
Your words are harsh, and your critique vain.
You write sadistic views to bring others down in pain.
If we could have a glimpse inside your mind,
we would all be shocked to see you're literarily blind.