A Critical Production With Little Suction!

Don't you hate those low suction things? We run away like we have wings. But low suction makes it take forever. Nah, we won't be tackling the vacuum with today's endeavor. Although they do have as much hot air and they sure can blare.

Ode to the critic.
Hands so arthritic.
Life so dull.
That they produce null.

That would be nil.
Their cup they can't fill.
Half empty or full,
Has absolutely no pull.

Professional is their name.
Critiquing is their game.
They sit and watch,
Searching for every botch.

Then away they go.
They yap or type a flow.
Professional that is.
For they are a whiz.

Ode to the critic,
Who are kinda parasitic.
Without those to create,
They'd have an empty plate.

Like a worm to a dog?
Maybe to a hog?
That is quite the image.
They may need worm pills after scrimmage.

Scrimmage to and fro.
Off a watching they go.
It is the professional way.
Pick apart others on display.

Create nothing at all.
Just follow the bouncing ball.
Those who can't do,
Critic the day through?

Or would that be night?
Maybe watch on a flight.
Could now give spite.
But that's all right.

Ode to the critic.
Sure not analytic.
A professional parasitic.
Was this to psychoanalytic?

Have you ever noticed that? It was just thought of by the cat. Critics mostly only critic away. They produce nothing else at their bay. Yet they are professional at it? Umm how did they get that bit? Give two thumbs up and suddenly you're good to go? Damned if I know. I think I'd rather create and give sass. It is much more fun for my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.