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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 Vote for this poem
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