A poem for critics 
Through the ages and times, 
And the brightest of days
Many men have created,
And just as many laid waste
You’ve been given the same tools
That had Shakespeare and King
Yet you choose to spew dirt,
And your words, they just sting 
All you do is pull insults, 
And appear unimpressed, 
But any child could do that, 
All while sitting on your ass, 
So let me ask you, dear critics
What is it you brought to the world
Rating 5 out of 10, as if that’s of any worth
You think resistance makes you bigger
Stronger, wiser and hard to entertain
Yet once more I will ask of you
What is it that you could create?
When you pass away, all your hatred
Will die with you, unlike great plays 
The biggest of writers and creators,
Won’t be discouraged by cowards' dismay