Advice from the Inner Critic
Love?!?
Love’s been done to death.
Nobody’s had anything new to say
In 60 generations.
And how do you plan to avoid
The cheese-traps,
Running mouse-like through
The maze of metaphors?
No. Best to steer clear,
Dance around the edges.
Leave love to the experts.
2 responses to “Poem: Advice from the Inner Critic”
Ah, but isn’t love, by definition, for amateurs?
Ah, yes. (you must imagine the cockney accent) That’s why it’s ironic, see?