and so, unsolicited, sent to me
a rewriting of my latest verse,
done over in shades from bad to worse.
Wasn't this presumption enough?
No, it was snot.
It did not seem to occur to him
that a creature such as me, so frail, so dim,
would react with anything less than gratitude--
imagine his offended surprise at my att-i-tude.
Wasn't my pointed silence enough?
No, it was snot.
Thank you, sir, for your ham-handed edit,
your testosterone hubris, and refusal to get it.
Thank you, dear dumbass, dear pencil dick fuckwit,
for trying help this mere girl be more literate.
However, I must decline future offers of assistance. I am not worthy.
Delicately,
Fireblossom
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I took a swipe at writing something vaguely Sara Teasdale-ish for Real Toads, but somehow Catblossom got involved and...well, what can I say?
att-i-tude! :)
ReplyDeleteI hope that there is not really some fool "critic" out there who attempted to "edit" your poetry...
ReplyDeleteTrue story, Kerry. Twice!
ReplyDeleteUmmm-YES!! I freakin' love it. I can so relate. Had a similar experience recently. Thank you for your vivid expression of how this feels. :)
ReplyDelete.. 'but mama I want to kill something' ~~ we can all relate. Shall we form a posse?
ReplyDeleteTwice, fool can't be that stupid. lol
ReplyDeleteThere's one in every crowd, they say. Why is it those who can't seem to always feel compelled to 'critique' those who can?
ReplyDeleteNot too sure Miss Teasdale had too much influence here, but I love it when you rhyme.
Cackle. Also, OMG re the editing.
ReplyDeleteHey, he might as well have "touched up" the Mona Lisa or chipped away at Michelangelo's David.
ReplyDeleteYou can't see me now, but I'm shaking my head is disbelief.
I wouldn't dare edit anyone's poetry unless specifically asked, and with a clear understanding that the poet will inevitably hate me. But hamhanded unasked-for edits? Is that allowed? No, "it is snot"!
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Shay, I am snorting laughing at this. I adore the word "fuckwit," which I learned from Bridget Jones. You are the most irreverent of the Toads, and def. have the best swears. I have good ones, too, but this whole pastor's wife thing, we have members following my blog.
ReplyDeleteFUCK! ha ha Amy
My Dear Psychic Friend-
ReplyDeleteThis is the note I should have written to a literary man who acted like a friend but turned out to be a condescending, overthinking, petty jerk. I MAY send yours (with permission?) but I WILL cut and paste and use it in daily rituals in a while as-needed; though truth to tell I'm well free of such "friendship."
ALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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hahaha thats funny
ReplyDeleteI would have love'd to have see this wanna be editor's before and after he received your message. LOL!
ReplyDeleteGracias Shay
Comment? I wouldn't dare.
ReplyDeletelove the tirade ...
ReplyDeleteHe don't know you very well do he?
ReplyDeleteI think I've seen that fool around the blogs. :) Love this, FB. :)
ReplyDeleteTotally delighted at this. Especially when I read it out loud. More than once.
ReplyDeletePerfect with a splash of more perfect! This is just what I needed tonight.
ReplyDeleteI was only trying to help with your edits - but impugning my manhood... Well, I never!
ReplyDeleteNext time I will just keep my comments to myself.
Love love love you, Mosk
using just 'p' words, what a pissant, pedantic, puerile, putrid, pestilent, pusillanimous, pretentious, pre-pubescent, phuck-headed pinhead.
ReplyDeletetwice, no less. love this write, Shay.
Shay--I KNEW this was a true tale. Truth is almost always stranger than fiction.
ReplyDeleteI love the song as well. THAT is my favorite word. A friend--whose husband was a sailor (I guess the phrase "cuss like a sailor" is true) gave me a delightful phrase that I don't have call to use for very often, but it's still a gem: lah-tee mother ------- dah.