CritiqueMuch like you, there are those mistaken,More Like This
Given too much weight to shallow judgment.
These epicures, with their expertise--
Aggressive toward the avid sensualist,
At perpetual odds with the bold and the brazen;
Dissecting affectation from affluence,
Picking apart the bones,
Literalizing languid, ether-soaked images
Of the glimpsed unthinkable, infallible.
Curtailed by cursory,
Abridged by appended distinction,
A mangling manhandling of soft-hearted words
And heavy-handed decryption.
Misconstruing the effortful for extravagant,
The wanton for wasteful,
Measuring by the metrics of lack and discount,
Their bitterness filching fervor.
Thinking outside of the box;
Wandering just beyond bounds,
An oversupply of adjectives,
Incontrovertibly naive and nonsensical.
Why permit this discourse?
Irradiated by their formal disapproval,
These occluded utterances; this vivisection,
By intermittent eyes that read you like a newscaster's autocue.