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It's funny,

For such a useless craft -  

Such an impractical past-time - 

You'd think

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There wouldn't be such egotism, in poetry.

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But everywhere I've looked

Puddles becomes ponds,

Ponds become ladders and 

It doesn't really take much time

.

For fish 

To start bickering over rungs.

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Criticism betrays arrogance,

Arrogance betrays ego 

And the ego -

Swollen and ripe - 

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Betrays a life-time of insecurity.

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And sometimes 

I think 

It takes 

Someone 

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Other than a poet

To see the irony

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In poetry.

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