A Foible for Critics

The critics criticise creators
And prod, and try to make them squeak,
And call them very small potaters,
And cuss their puerile technique.

The paradox by which I'm smitten
Perhaps had better be confessed:
The things by these same critics written
Are no bit better than the rest.
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