PoetCritic
The poem is short as so many of them are. The critic is saying the poem is too short. The poem this time is longer than before the critic is saying the poem is too many words he got them all wrong. When eye danced forward for two steps then they say he could have danced them back. The color of the cover was so funny and so pink he could have made it darker like the India ink. The story line is foul and the words are all misspelled he used up all the nouns we gave him all the verbs. He is so smart he is too smart for his own little goodness. He is miserable in his madness. He is just white on rice. He is just a bird in branches. He pretends a poet harder than he should he pretends to rhyme why he seems to rhyme the meaning of the words why the very idea. The story and the plot mean more than rhyming in a scheme he intends the reader have her story however he can say. The form and the letters should be counted the ing should rhyme with ing and the er with er unguarded, er undaunted and indented not pretended to no form of any sort of poem that the eye have ever seen. The student is asked the question are you ready for the testing he says he has been grinding his board he wants to slip into the water and be proud not the sort of answer that anyone expected. Perhaps his mind is not upon his studies. They do not drive a car but carry board to transfer points and wait for same side rides that go in the direction of the water near the beach. They reach for mindless indentureship placing themselves under every thumb that comes along escaping to belong the passage of time just chaffing them along they do not enjoy the trip what half the fun in travels only barrier to reef. The sound of the roaring surf is calling them like lemmings from the tarmac in chains and under trestles they march like drovers punching this way and that way trying to find the SURFS UP DUDE. The Spring is breaking even early as it is now they want to kick the sand in faces of the people at the beach and ask no forgiveness but rubber red necked they take everything they need until somehow the law catches on to them the thief. There is clues to camping the board is there but shoved nose first into the sand to make a sort of wind buffer the water much too cold to surf begin. The empty beer cans multiply near the fire so hastily contrived in an area not meant to be inhabited by men they eat the shells of ocean creatures and wish they would have stayed back at the collage take the test get the passing grade. What sort of life for drop outs waxing boards and camping winters into springs covered over soon with ice? Stealing beers from coolers in the night when no one looks tell me critic is this poem without rhyme or value and yet is it making ewe sad? Life is bad. Tom Sawyer had a sore thumb non not it was his toe. But later he had Becky and then they thatchered the roof of caves gone wild on video. Is the critic mild in finding reasons for the poem in finding musings of the poet? Get a job get a real job for money betcha cant. Add the numbers in this captcha what ewe get? 2= 2+ (?) Down by the old parenthesis. Just past the beach house no parking please. Not so harsh now critic. Let it pass.
The poem is short as so many of them are. The critic is saying the poem is too short. The poem this time is longer than before the critic is saying the poem is too many words he got them all wrong. When eye danced forward for two steps then they say he could have danced them back. The color of the cover was so funny and so pink he could have made it darker like the India ink. The story line is foul and the words are all misspelled he used up all the nouns we gave him all the verbs. He is so smart he is too smart for his own little goodness. He is miserable in his madness. He is just white on rice. He is just a bird in branches. He pretends a poet harder than he should he pretends to rhyme why he seems to rhyme the meaning of the words why the very idea. The story and the plot mean more than rhyming in a scheme he intends the reader have her story however he can say. The form and the letters should be counted the ing should rhyme with ing and the er with er unguarded, er undaunted and indented not pretended to no form of any sort of poem that the eye have ever seen. The student is asked the question are you ready for the testing he says he has been grinding his board he wants to slip into the water and be proud not the sort of answer that anyone expected. Perhaps his mind is not upon his studies. They do not drive a car but carry board to transfer points and wait for same side rides that go in the direction of the water near the beach. They reach for mindless indentureship placing themselves under every thumb that comes along escaping to belong the passage of time just chaffing them along they do not enjoy the trip what half the fun in travels only barrier to reef. The sound of the roaring surf is calling them like lemmings from the tarmac in chains and under trestles they march like drovers punching this way and that way trying to find the SURFS UP DUDE. The Spring is breaking even early as it is now they want to kick the sand in faces of the people at the beach and ask no forgiveness but rubber red necked they take everything they need until somehow the law catches on to them the thief. There is clues to camping the board is there but shoved nose first into the sand to make a sort of wind buffer the water much too cold to surf begin. The empty beer cans multiply near the fire so hastily contrived in an area not meant to be inhabited by men they eat the shells of ocean creatures and wish they would have stayed back at the collage take the test get the passing grade. What sort of life for drop outs waxing boards and camping winters into springs covered over soon with ice? Stealing beers from coolers in the night when no one looks tell me critic is this poem without rhyme or value and yet is it making ewe sad? Life is bad. Tom Sawyer had a sore thumb non not it was his toe. But later he had Becky and then they thatchered the roof of caves gone wild on video. Is the critic mild in finding reasons for the poem in finding musings of the poet? Get a job get a real job for money betcha cant. Add the numbers in this captcha what ewe get? 2= 2+ (?) Down by the old parenthesis. Just past the beach house no parking please. Not so harsh now critic. Let it pass.
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