August's Little Reminder
Here's to the shy little critic
Who sits on their own at the back
Who has no one to laugh with or talk to
So they sharpen their knives to attack Averse to all participation
Unelected spokesperson for the throng
They're the last to divulge and contribute
But the first to cry 'You're doing it wrong!' Myopic self-serving appraisals
The judge and the jury combined
Indulging in wanton destruction
And a cowardly need to malign So here's to the shy little critic
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