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ego-friendly poem

This is an ego-friendly poem.

It is not trying to make a point
because it admits that you,
dear reader, have a point
and it will not contest that.

This poem is not trying to
say anything new because
it concedes to you that
talent, that right.

It will criticise nobody
for who better than you,
dear reader, to make
a judgment?

Neither does this poem
praise anyone, not even
you, dear reader, because
that again is a form of
judgment
and that is best left
to you.

It is not even trying
to do something smart
because, again,
who is smarter than you,
dear reader?

This poem will not even
claim that it is an ego-friendly
poem.
That too is judgmental,
is it not,
and that function,
is yours alone,
dear reader.

So this tries to be an ego-friendly poem.

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Aug 22, 2009

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Re-edited Apr 26, 2016:

This is an ego-friendly poem.
It is trying very hard to be.

This poem is not trying to say
anything new dear reader, be-
cause it concedes to you that power.

It is not trying to make a po-
int because it admits that you, de-
ar reader, have a point and it 
will not contest that. Oh no never.

It will criticise nobody for
who could have more right than you, to make
a fair assessment, dear reader?

Neither does this poem praise any-
one, not even you, dear reader,
because that again is a form of
judgment and that is best left to you.

It is not even trying to do
something smart because, again, who is
smart and who is not, dear reader?

This poem will not even claim that
it is ego-friendly. That too is
judgmental, is it not? And that right
too, is yours alone, dear reader.

So this tries so hard, dear reader

to be an ego-friendly poem.

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