literary criticism

Like teeth on the shaft of my manhood
your critisisms are biting and blunt.

My tries to slide ideas into your head
are just met with a grating afront.

If only you'd relax your inhibitions
and your prudish devotion to grammar;

suppress your reflex to gag at my words
and take them in a more obliging manner.

This is meant to be a smooth give and take.
If you find my technique to forceful,

lend a helping hand and guide me
to a rhythm we can both find enjoyable.

You might even come to surprise yourself
in the satisfaction of a job well done.

My only hope is my beautiful words
may someday roll off of your tongue.

The End

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