Judgement

Laughing at my lines Well the joke is on you Questioning my words Have you nothing better to do I may not know a chastushka Though I can put pen to paper My stanzas and my verse need work I'm sure your intellect's much greater But poetry is an art form Unique, it's my creation I may not be your cup of tea I don't seek your validation Dismissing my thoughts as ramblings Is really quite absurd I bare the scars, etched are the lines Of each and every word I did not write for judgement I wrote to release my mind If you dislike what you read Please move on, don't be unkind 7th November. Judged by a panel of your peers