song of the sorrows of the shallows of the small pond

[betteroffbad]

no one in this poetry workshop i'm in
is any good at poetry and I think it's a sin
to stick me in here with these art moms and casuals
writing their hideous singsongy madrigals

one day i gave one of these poets critique
which I know was insightful heartfelt and unique
they all ganged up on me and said I was mean
just because I thought their poetry didn't deserve to be seen

i wrote them a letter both long and detailed
describing the ways that their poems had failed
and why they should bury themselves in the fen
before they tried anything like that again

they tore up my letter and stomped it to dirt
they said other things that to me really hurt
such as that they thought I was wrong and unkind
and it felt like my soul with cruel cords they did bind

what's the point after all of a poetry workshop
if you can't take a hint that your poetry's pigslop
anyway I am done from this morass i'll flee
before they say anything like that to me