I'm No Critic - I Script!

Blather has us in a dither these days
as miseries pile up in syllables,
and bleat and prattle, moan and babble pays;
craft is nonsense non-sentence canticles!
Do we fabricate for dubious fame;
script for love of it or spoil the words knit,
spinning the times in a state of mind's game?
I'll scratch my itch my way and yours acquit.
I have something to say, let it find me,
read your mind so we'll sound right when you hear
and pleasing your ears ply fantasy;
you'll care what I say because I'm sincere.
I write to be read, not just for today -
But, long gone, known that I've been as I say.

copyright Helga Ross 2003, 2005