Critic's Carnival

Feel free, write your scathing indictment
Pick us apart with your joke of a pen
Pacified poet, standing alone you know it
I hear you preaching:
"Do it again - won't you please do it again?"

Plenty of time - hear the hypocrites whine
Pathetic business -
Take it, test it, know it, burn it
It's all a game you play so mealy mouthed
At the trough we lay
I hear you pleading:
"Do it again - won't you please do it again?"

Take it all upon you now
Make you mark somehow
And keep it going
With illusions that you're real
And phrases that you'll steall
At your best you'll drag them down

I've heard it all before
It's all been said before
Extending all an invitation - welcome to the

Critic's Carnival -
Where writers think they know more than you
No, don't be a fool at