Who Grieves for my Pet Peeves??

Oh Snap
And no, this isn’t a rap
That would make Tupac or Biggie proud
But the time has come for me to say
Outloud
That I have some definitive quirks
About poetic … quirks

The different jerks that some take you on
The different methods that logic can’t rest upon
It all makes you wonder and bemoan
“Are the lights on and nobody’s simply home?”

sTicKy CaPs for one
C’mon son, you know that the immediate age
Of the writer is deadly given away
And even YOU’D say, reading this today
That you know it’s true
So even in given the reader their due
That stuff can be challenging to read
Let alone heed
When the message is left to follow and do

Then there are those that judge and critique
Without so much as a peek into their own psyche
They NEVER find a good piece
NEVER find a PIECE of a PIECE
Which means that they are lacking of PEACE
Within their own mind
And time after time after time
They bitch, moan and whine
About rhymes that truthfully
They couldn’t define, line by line

Conclusively, there are those
That won’t challenge themselves
To write out of their own paper bag
Becoming nothing more than a Poetic Homeless Hag
Then they become victims of habitual nuances
Recycling the same thing over and over
AND OVER again

Well, I’m done with that for the time being
Feel free to bash, berate,
Lacking in seeing the point of this ability to commiserate
The logic of what you and I know to be true

And hey, if you don’t like this,
Take the advice of Epiphany, you see
“...don't cloud my comment section with your 'open onions' (opinion)!

Just move on”

And on and on and on …

Hopefully, you find an ‘onion’ to your liking.

Now my dissertation of my pet peeve can grieve freely,
Within the habit of the Rabbit


Peace