The Sway of J-Z's Ego

One of these days
your ego might just soften up enough
to let you see
and then admit
that you are not god’s gift
to poetry
and that you really don’t possess
the mastery of English and its verse
that you so often claim lies in your hand,
and you'll concede,
despite your implications otherwise,
that you are actually not privy to
the sum of all there is to know
about the bardic art.
 
‘Till then
it is the driving force
that makes you falsely claim
in knee-jerk ways
that those
who dare to find the faults they do
within the way you write
are steeped up to their ears
in ignorance
of what it is that makes
for euphony
if not the sin of blasphemy
and are deserving of your insults  
spite,
disdain,  
insipid censuring,
your lashing out in anger
and your ad hominem attacks
against their character.