Take this: for nothing here's chiming, vibrating
and all this vainglory and self-deprecating
just goads at the tender parts, gets irritating.

You'll make no advance advocating monopoly
on any vocabulary; even cacophony
needs the needle to make its point properly.

It's true that you find yourself fey and bewitching,
yet always you feel that the itch that you're scratching's
soothed better by far by bravadoes of bitching.

The off-pat flyting, back-biting and threnody
you render and throw up, at will, won't remedy
the rot of your serenading, lute-laden wannabe.

You can't see a barrier without pushing through it;
it's a poor pearl of pathos you don't disintuit
and you now give a doing when once you'd just do it.

You want my advice? Here it is: try removing
the self from your argument - gluts of self-loving
just pudding the gut of whatever you're proving.

That's it on the chin and I'm sure you can take it,
but that shadow you're boxing is me, so please break it
gently. Best wishes, I hope that you make it.