Bad
poems
give just cause
to critics who
revel in finding
ways to rag on others' flaws.

When		pen
upon		paper's
poorly set,		the offense
is personal		to eyes of those
whose hearts cherish pride,		who thrive on defeat,
who gorge themselves on regret,		hungry to impose the sense.

Though this condemnation is
against the vain brutes,
their point's not lost.
Pray you, don't
feed their
cause.