Those that can, do... those that can't become critics
Lock cocks, mouths spew the discordant song of cynics
I wonder if everything they swallow tangs slightly of salt
They give birth to pieces of free thinking, but nothing's gestalt

Closed minds are always associated with big mouths, it's a universal truth
The noises made by those possesing this combination are usually guttural and uncouth
Yet, they feed on any free thought or open expression like maggots on rotting meat
Thoughtless in what's being consumed, minds unable to grasp, but all opinions effete

So, I don't take it too personally when I become fodder for the unwashed masses
Being burned like an innocent ant under a cruel child's sun-directed glasses
But, I do take revenge in the bardic tradition, I immortalize them in rhyme
So, long after their bones turn ash, their feebleness as a human won't be forgotten in time

So, before ye of Closed Minds and Big Mouths decide to comment on this writer's soliloquy
Just remember that I have the power of making your presence a farce straining within me
Like a rabid Rottweiler, it strains, snipping and biting for the chance to get at a new enemy
And, I'm of an indifferent nature to letting it loose to feed on your apparent stupidity

-David "Dingo" Bleecher