Transcendental Sonnet #736:
Critique is Down the Hall and to the Wrong
I am happy to be inspiring the young
Although by some I feel somewhat shat upon
I seem to inspire them to treat me like dung
So that my simple sonnets are spat upon
With all manner of damnation by faint praise
They scold and quibble with this and that upon
My website and then inevitably raise
Questions sufficient to hang my hat upon
Of incompetence in these my latter days
Insufficiently critical sat upon
And held accountable to the tyranny
Of eager sophomoric stupidity
Pummeled into silence by avidity
I contemplate time and its gravidity
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+Steven Curtis Lance
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