From The Lab

Critique-Proof

A word to critics, lend your ears,
Your words do little good, you see,
Try as you will, you'll never find
My hidden insecurities,
I know your job, yes, all too well,
And that's why I don't respect it,
If that draws more venom to me,
No worries, for I expect it,
Yet if for some untold reason
You actually like my art,
It makes no difference in the end,
I didn't like it from the start,
There's nothing personal, in words-
It's simply the nature of things;
The critic prays for the talent,
In which God, to the artist, brings,
You may deny it as you please,
That your job is to judge, not hate,
But the ones who can't will critique,
While the ones who can will create.