Feedback fever
 

How I’ve done is a mystery for sure

Did my best but could I do more?

Did I wear the right tie?

Did my shoes please your eye?

I can't rest 'til I get your reply

I might sell an olde banger on eBay

A fuss must be made straight away

What a wonderful chap, here's my lovely feedback

I'll be back to buy more

On payday

I've a duty to please all my peers

I'm mumbling and bumbling with fear

Did I bomb at the bell or did I do well?

Please tell me

I'm waiting to hear

I can't make a move without comment

Your licence, consent and acclaim

I must know for sure that you liked my rapport

I’m desperate

Please tell me I’m great

I can't do a thing without feedback

I must have approval forthwith

To get through the day

I must hear straight away

Of my brilliantly talented gift

What a wonderful poem you’ve written

I’m aghast, what a wizard with words

What a wonderful line

It’s far better than mine

I’m OK, it’ll pass, I’m just hurt

It’s a cognitive quirk in my psyche

I've had it confirmed at the quacks

I've been to my shrink

But he can't do a thing

'Til he's read his feedback and relaxed

© Joseph G Dawson
02/07/2018