39. To My Critic

39.
To My Critic

I condescend, as though from a great height, or so you say when you talk a load of shite.
What is this condescension thing?
I condescend to respond, is that enough?
I hate your stuff!
I care, I feel, I'm real.
Come to heel.
I love true. Don't you?
I can't say it all in one poem, no one can.
I'm just a man.
Does a poem evoke a true response?
Or scorn, incomprehension?
Time will tell.
Dramatic tension!