I do my best, and leave the rest
Let Karma go with flow
they wait around
and make no sound
Let Karma go with flow
can’t believe they can stoop so low
with their meanness astound
they look for faults
unlock all vaults
with their meanness astound
their only job is to hound
speak a lie, somersault
at the devil’s behest
they belie truth, contest
speak a lie, somersault
they attack good without a halt
hunt seeds of growth to arrest
they blame others and glow
mask iron fists to blow
hunt seeds of growth to arrest

To be a successful critic it seems like the meaner you are the better… a lot is being destroyed by such people.
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They circulate negative energy.
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Wow! nice one Reena
much🧡love
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Thanks a ton, Gillena!
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excellent rhymes Reena in this indictment of the times – and well done on riding the roundabout!
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Thank you, Laura!
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A wonderful poem, Reena! Your poem captures the critic very well!
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Thanks a ton, Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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Important perspective. Difficult balance, to be able to learn and listen without letting it consume us. Nice to see you
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Thank you, Lona!
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