PoetCritic

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.