Critic

This poem was originally my response to a (still on-going) challenge with Su’eddie but I’d like to share it. Enjoy.

You judge the merit of my art
You never fail to play your part
For that’s the nature of your art
Not so much of an eyelid bat

Dissect as with a fine-tooth comb
Analyse in minute detail
Scrutinise motives real or not
Dismember each thought that’s expressed

You are of essence that is sure
If you’re not there I’m still uncooked
My work leaves your refining pot
Then by the world to be embraced