careering about

If I were an artist... 
the public would love 

hate like "not like" dislike 

or want/not know me 
(just how I like it!) at all, 

while
the critics
would key in
opposition: knowing, 
unwant, like, indifferent
(: same as "not like"), love,
abhor, abort, revile...all the
adjectives (and other would-be
modifiers. Parts of speech
don't really matter to what
critics think/publics want)
they can sport diametrically
against some particular

peopley reaction theme.

Like they do. Keep up! 
It's the job. Turns bright-eyes
canny analysts into butch
contrarians by the
yard, lusting for

notice, sipping 
sweet 
deep anxiety
from  each
other's

shakes. 

It's kind of a tell 
critics in-the-know
don't want you to.  

Everybody
see/know
that! So

if
I were
a critic...crap.

It's just same beans
backwards! 

Some inner tortilla 
with okay beans
all fake cheesy 
(gourmet niche 
cheese, weird tasty)
(fake as in situationally
inauthentic, not vegan)
(no nacho cojones, gender
irregardless and so-so
sure it's clean), wrapped

around
that thing

by hand! Or AI 
-hand lately. OK

All packed in sloppy 
and chucked by 
the publisher! 
TD!!

Bad pass
though QB. Was
that anxious? Did you
throw it from the throes
in security or what! Whose 
go-team

did you used
to be on? 

It made
a difference, 
maybe. Or could 
have. Heck it 

to bits, then.
Keep guying the
line and pitch to yaw, 
right home. Rowing 
hard with either 
oar's handy. 

Hard work! Huh!  
But as it's playtime, 

don't
expect much 
gets in your wake.