The Notorious GAGA
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I just got tired of reading these uneducated nonsensical reviews on my poetry ebooks (self published btw) so I wrote a little rhyme for these "critics" what do you guys think? Is it enough for 'em?
Your Award
And the award for best critic goes to…
The review with the most exclamations!
It’s The Notorious G.A.G.A, Mr. Critics
You’ve kicked the African Bees’ nest
Here’s your little trophy, babies:
Stand up! I think you need a modest spotlight
Come here! I want to present you your award
I can’t believe your venom gave me fright
You really think your review is a sharp sword?
I have to admit that at first I was weary of you
But now I realize that you are nobody next to me
I’m not being egotistical, but it’s only true
“No Talent” “Crap” Did you think I wouldn’t see?
You’re giving one star out of pity?
I give you this one poem out of pity
All you little five year olds need to go to bed
Because those Boo’s are sadly all in vane
Tell me to stop writing, but I won’t pause
So get up and accept your well deserved applause
I love the critics even if I’m not their big shot
But there is a difference between critics
And simpletons shouting out hateful whatnot
And I won’t waste anymore of my hateful lyrics
So stand up! I've got your rhyme here on me
Give me a review; I’ve given you your trophy
Come on! I’m not giving you another standing ovation
So finish displaying your uneducated frustration
Your Award
And the award for best critic goes to…
The review with the most exclamations!
It’s The Notorious G.A.G.A, Mr. Critics
You’ve kicked the African Bees’ nest
Here’s your little trophy, babies:
Stand up! I think you need a modest spotlight
Come here! I want to present you your award
I can’t believe your venom gave me fright
You really think your review is a sharp sword?
I have to admit that at first I was weary of you
But now I realize that you are nobody next to me
I’m not being egotistical, but it’s only true
“No Talent” “Crap” Did you think I wouldn’t see?
You’re giving one star out of pity?
I give you this one poem out of pity
All you little five year olds need to go to bed
Because those Boo’s are sadly all in vane
Tell me to stop writing, but I won’t pause
So get up and accept your well deserved applause
I love the critics even if I’m not their big shot
But there is a difference between critics
And simpletons shouting out hateful whatnot
And I won’t waste anymore of my hateful lyrics
So stand up! I've got your rhyme here on me
Give me a review; I’ve given you your trophy
Come on! I’m not giving you another standing ovation
So finish displaying your uneducated frustration