A Good Critic

[Erthona]

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You comment on my commentaries,
storing each like a dromedary,
as water for a desert race.
You are penurious of praise;
avoiding the lie of my sand trap berm,
with recall like a pachyderm,
or an idiot savant, its click slash daunt.
Razing everything I vaunt,
giving nothing that I think I want,
still you do in the end mine gold!
Yet, it is so hard, ……so cold,
not a warm or soft accolade,
trimming fat with a razor’s blade,
“Yes,” reluctantly, this is what I need,
even if it causes me to bleed,
not one corpulent word will you concede.
Does this happen only with me,
or with others likewise do you contend,
creating scars that never mend?
Oh, ‘woe is me’, here we go again,
Is your way out, the same as in?


–Erthona