This was a comment my brother wrote on a critique to a boring poem I wrote years back. My brother does not suffer fools. This was HIS response;
“Your quite frankly almost insulting opinion of my age aside, your poem was piss poor. Instead of taking criticism well, you feel the need to engage me. So I encourage you to read more Sylvia Plath and Robert Frost, lest you write more terrible poetry in the meantime. And for the record? Using platitudinous in a comment is pretentious as fuck. I would keep my children far away from you.”
Ah, biting language. I’m glad to carry that Torch.