A Critical Convert To Alert!

So today is the day, the day you have your say. The day you take them down. That is your goal at your town. You'll leave them without a leg to stand on. Warning, if literal, a jail cell may dawn.

Critics are here.
Critics are there.
Always one near,
Much like underwear.

Whether worn or not,
They sure can stink.
Critical of plot,
Some don't even think.

But critics they are.
Can say how they feel.
Hit them with a car,
Is a fine day dreaming ordeal.

Most have no clue.
Many are shit out of luck.
But critiques sure come due,
As they simply pass the buck.

Say not do.
A motto for each.
Most just moo,
Wanting some reach.

But you'll fix that.
That you will.
You'll stop them flat.
You'll climb that hill.

Their mind will be changed.
They'll love you soon.
Things will be rearranged.
They'll be over the moon.

Converse and tell.
Show and converse.
All will be swell.
You'll break the curse.

What was that?
Bashed once more?
But you chewed the fat.
You did that chore.

A convert critic was made.
You had their approval seal.
That soon did fade,
For things just got real.

Why didn't they convert? Maybe you didn't buy an advert? Or maybe you didn't grease enough palms that were stuck out. That can get you some clout. But when just trying to change a mind, why didn't a yes from no you find? Because it is in their best interest to bash you. They get more of a reaction and that's what they want to come due. All comes back to ego and stats. So best to ignore such dingbats. Any critics ever go after you? Did they simply go moo? I'll continue to let any suck on the gas that try and come near my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.