Re-sharing my satirical poem "I Mock You With My Poetry", written in the persona of a poetry snob named I. E. Loquence. Yes, I'm poking fun at such snobs, especially those who might say such things about my own poetic works.

I Mock You With My Poetry By I. E. Loquence I mock you, pathetic poetaster, with my own superior verse. Your damnable doggerel And sadly stilted lines Pains my poet's ears. I mock you, wretched wannabe, With pointed words And sharper wit. I cut your work to ribbons And laugh at the mess. I mock you, false bard, Purveyor of indifference, Meretricious minstrel, Seller of languid lines And cheap tricks. Away, foul prostitute! Take your pedestrian works And hawk them elsewhere. Your pale glimmer fades Beneath my mighty shadow. THE END (of your dismal dregs, not my fine libations)