The Heckler
Through the door it slithers in,
Accompanied by its peers.
Always groveling for attention,
While no one ever hears.
In its mind it's full of wit
And quite the social king.
It plants itself among the rest,
To give the deadly sting.
It's just a matter of opinion
Further now there's a man of taste.
Of talent and precision.
To work and strive at his art form
Has been his life's decision.
The stage is set.
The perfect show is put before the mass.
Only to be ridiculed
by some slimy, pompous....
It's just a matter of opinion.