“Because the Voice (of Future Critics)”
your poetry is chaotic and sad
-the faceless the nameless the inward and future
Crippling words of a not yet seen critic
You have not been educated!
You have not been learned
You will not be read
Or at least, never revered
Your words count as nothing
When stacked against the students
The monkeys at keyboards and the priests
Your words are not yet earned
Put away your paper and stop your dreams
Shut your mouth and spend more time on your knees
Your cousins have gone before
You must first drink of blood-knowledge
Listen not to the songmen or poets
Read not of heretics or those who have dared
Your poetry is chaotic and sad, your thoughts odd
Your voice is not earned, no not yet
Go back to the books and pages
And lectures and halls of thought
Learn from the masters, bow to them
The faceless, the nameless, the earned
your poetry is chaotic and sad
-the faceless the nameless the inward and future
Crippling words of a not yet seen critic
You have not been educated!
You have not been learned
You will not be read
Or at least, never revered
Your words count as nothing
When stacked against the students
The monkeys at keyboards and the priests
Your words are not yet earned
Put away your paper and stop your dreams
Shut your mouth and spend more time on your knees
Your cousins have gone before
You must first drink of blood-knowledge
Listen not to the songmen or poets
Read not of heretics or those who have dared
Your poetry is chaotic and sad, your thoughts odd
Your voice is not earned, no not yet
Go back to the books and pages
And lectures and halls of thought
Learn from the masters, bow to them
The faceless, the nameless, the earned
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