Critique Wanted

Offended beware this satire verse I would rather be heard than a liar in hearse What purpose for words in the hands of a cynic? To gain your attention, the meaning intrinsic Tell me, O reader, the faults in my craft I crave interaction both stolid and daft For where comes my worth? It's the audience eyes! In quiet you read, the kind I quite despise So please if you can, if you could, if you care Read my verbacious expositorial dare I live for your ratings! Critique, my good friends! Else I wander away toward other ends