Poem: Advice from the Inner Critic

Advice from the Inner Critic


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.

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2 responses to “Poem: Advice from the Inner Critic”

    • Ah, yes. (you must imagine the cockney accent) That’s why it’s ironic, see?