You with the true quill
shouldn't condescend
to tell us hoipolloi
about our foolish dreams
and where the path
of striving ought to meet its end
look to your own fault
Shift your own eyebeams
Don't we know well enough
who's known and who's admiring
who makes a dark patch
in the shadows of the crowd
it's not your place to
critique our poor desiring
so zip it if we dare
to dream out loud