Have you ever found yourself listening to a song, reading a book, or watching a movie, television show, or Internet video (or, at the very least, reading an article about any of these things) and stumbling upon some baseless negative comments that certain people have left concerning that very thing you at least were enjoying? You know, comments where the person doesn’t even bother making any insightful points about the medium in question (e.g., “Damn, this movie has some of the sloppiest editing I’ve ever seen!” or “Geez, ditch the Auto-Tune and try using your natural singing voice instead, Singer X!”) but instead resorts to simply trashing it (e.g., “This movie sucks! Action Movie 713 was way better than this piece of crap!” or “This band is fake and gay and a rip-off of a band that actually came after it by a good three years!”)? Well, chances are that this week’s “Poem of the Week” might offer you the catharsis you need. Without further ado, then, here’s A Rather Poetic Rant about Bashers. Please enjoy!
A Rather Poetic Rant about Bashers
July 8, 2013
Bitch and moan, bitch and moan—that’s all I read or hear.
Gripe and groan, gripe and groan—I’ve had it up to here.
So many stupid, obnoxious brats who are never satisfied
Who can’t appreciate something good when it hits their ears or eyes.
So many godforsaken hipsters who think their opinions are law
Who hate on all that they don’t like and refuse to admit the flaws
Of their own particular interests and favorite media.
Honestly, these wastes of life make me beg for an enema.
Right away, just because something doesn’t suit their tastes,
They’re so quick to call it “crap” and “trash” and express how much they hate
The very thing that they’re bashing after giving it little chance,
And they’re all so derisive and obnoxious in voicing their stance.
Seriously, whatever happened to agreeing to disagree—
To admitting that what’s right for one isn’t right for another three
Or another three thousand—whichever the case may be?
At any rate, one truth remains that one can plainly see:
That “haters” are a burden to any given industry
That take the fun right out of everything for you and me,
Folks who just want to enjoy that which is dear to us
And not get involved in flame wars with those who’ve jumped the bus
To support that which we don’t even respect, much less like today
Within society—you know, that which makes us cry, “No way!”
To Hell with all these morons, then, for being a collective pain!
They whine like they’ve nothing to lose, but they’ve also nothing to gain.
Maybe if they had legitimate reasons for their disdain,
I wouldn’t be so quick to let them give me a migraine.
Sadly, that’s not the case, for all I ever hear and see
From them are strings of insults, insinuations, and obscenities
With hostile tones of voice at volumes that nearly shatter glass,
And boy, is deciphering their typo-riddled messages a pain in the ass!
I’d go on further about how dealing with them can be a chore,
But that’d be redundant of me, so rather than have me bore
Any of you with my prattling, I advise you all again
To ignore every idiot you might see or hear every now and then
Who’s being negative for little more than negativity’s sake
And enjoy whatever it is you like and never forsake
Any of it just because of some schmuck you may never meet.
Not only that, but when it comes to those who brig the heat
And talk about how “god awful” your cup of tea might be,
Rather than respond in kind, kindly let them be
To expose their ignorance to the world like the fools they are,
For only fools go out of their way to spread their hate and scar
Whatever it is they don’t like rather than simply avoid
That very thing in hopes that it’ll be rendered null and void
And cease to exist and send the message to the media’s creator
To change things up or go bankrupt and depart from his or her theater.
Such is how I wish things would be one of these days—
To each his or her own and not a single asinine display
Of wrath or disdain towards another’s tastes, but instead
Choosing to ignore that which one obviously dreads.
Unfortunately, such a thing can only happen one folk at a time,
But hey, so long as you folks do your part while I do mine,
We’ll all move one step closer to silencing this noise
And making this world a better place for all men, women, girls, and boys.
Well, that should do it for this week, folks. Hopefully, this poem has given at least some of you some reassurance against those who blindly hate whatever it is you like and are too self-important to keep their unconstructive and unfounded criticisms to themselves. In the meantime, thank you all again for reading, and until next we meet, please be sure to check out my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk. Aside from that, though, as always, happy reading!
Dustin M. Weber