Back slash
Back wash
From a nobody,
Critiquing others work
That you find shoddy,
Lacking perspicaciousness
You sit in righteous judgement,
Hunched over your keyboard
Typing vitriolic shit,
Lacking any kind literary competence
Your house isn’t built of brick,
It’s a glasshouse that can be shattered
Like any other poets dreams,
The shit you write is not constructive
It’s created just to be mean,
But it actually highlights the problem
Some people have in life,
With constructing any empathy
Or real love or any light,
Your judgment don’t mean anything
Because when you slam they shut down the mic,
Because in truth nobody’s poetry
Or words are ever shite,
They are unique and true to them
And come from deep within,
It’s actually funny just to know
That in your mind they’re living,
And doing it rent free,
Your judgement is just a reflection of
An non-artistic fart you see,
And it’s generated from the rectum
Of some keyboard warriors fat arse.
fauxcroft 
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