Poetry For Everyday People
The Attacks
As you're sitting
on a park bench
writing your words,
doing what you gotta
do to get by in this
world,
critics say: "you suck",
and you smile, you never
wrote a word for them,
you're writing to save
yourself and if that in
turn saves someone else,
how sweet it is,
critics say: "you suck",
and you laugh thinking
this is the sign, there's
nothing more confirming
then angry criticism,
negative feed back, you're
striking a cord, pushing
buttons, it's working baby,
critics say: "you suck",
and I sit back sip wine
bring another one to life,
thinking it's such a beautiful
day in South Beach.
on a park bench
writing your words,
doing what you gotta
do to get by in this
world,
critics say: "you suck",
and you smile, you never
wrote a word for them,
you're writing to save
yourself and if that in
turn saves someone else,
how sweet it is,
critics say: "you suck",
and you laugh thinking
this is the sign, there's
nothing more confirming
then angry criticism,
negative feed back, you're
striking a cord, pushing
buttons, it's working baby,
critics say: "you suck",
and I sit back sip wine
bring another one to life,
thinking it's such a beautiful
day in South Beach.
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The Attacks
The Attacks