To Lance and Kevin
Your display of disapproval
mounts frustration in me.
I don't copy animals
from wildlife magazines
so you lament
that I've lost
creativity in me.
Your bitter critique
sinks its teeth hurtfully.
but anger won't move me to pastel.
Nor will poetry,
move you to see
I paint is verse
which has meaning to me
so you can just go right to hell.
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