Star Struck
By Lone Poet
Those stars I hate Who am I to rate What’s bad or great Decide a poem’s fate Inflated egos by the score Yelling, “give me 5 more!” Loyal followers you adore Are being nice, nothing more Fanny kissers and wannabes Get high on poetic cannabis Bonfire of rose-tinted vanities Challenges our (in)sanities No more stars for me I’m happy with three But some can’t see A forest for the tree From now on I will say If I liked it or not, okay? Comments mean little anyway Unless you write just for play © 2/18/02, 3/17/04 SmSThis hereby marks the end of my star-giving, except in rare cases. Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 02:55 PM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz 18 • 11 • 10
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