Today I neglect the chair
For I don’t want to write this with cheer
I go on my knees
The write this and say to you, please
Don’t just read my poems
And call them beautiful
For you could make me a beauty fool
Or worse a building full
Of many budding fools.
Please read my works
For a wise poet would love to be a critique’ ally
Don’t chastise me or make me an enemy
For in tight situations an hen could be in crisis
If mistaken for a cock.
Please do not abuse me
Abusing could stop my muse
I could end up being crude
And critically rude.
Help a writer
Who hasn’t done good poetry yet
Instead he studies how Poe ate tree
Thinking it would help his muse and be of good use.