Rejection

If you don't like my poem
please just return it
with a polite
'thanks but no thanks.'

Spare me your honest evaluation
of the style with which
I express myself. Honesty
is not kind, but often
merely a justification
on which heartless bastards
prop their egos.

Spare me 'the truth.'
'Truth' hasn't existed
since we found out that Cook
wasn't slaughtered by mindless primitives,
but disregarded the protocols
of another culture.

There's just one individual's
interpretation of events.
That's all we ever have.