Who are you to judge my work,
You are nothing but a jerk!
I've read some of the things you write,
and let me say, it's no delight!
You hypocrytical poet,
You're nothing but an, "I know it."
Critiqing my work's fine with me,
It's the bashing that I disagree.
You think you're such a better person,
than what you are, that's for certain.
Yet your view of yourself's distorted,
Perhaps you drink, or smoke, or snort it?
What e'er your problem is with me,
I don't care, just leave me be!
You work so hard to cause me stife,
perhaps you'd better get a life!