Critic

Something shines,
Mud balls fly,
Can't stand to see,
Anything better than me.

Don't let it stand,
Good deeds must be reviewed,
Change that word,
Remove that line.

If you do better,
Than so must I,
Keep it to a stand still,
Mediocre is the rule.

Why try if it is so?
Critic is always close,
How much art has gone away,
Slain to envy's hate?

Must try again and so it is,
Pen to paper, paint to brush,
We are the dreamers,
Who dreamed the dream.