I'm filled with joy when I receive six-stars,
grab the champagne and pass out the cigars.
There's no better feeling my work is admired,
so I reach for my pen while I'm still inspired.

But the joy fades fast as I scroll down the screen,
my blood is boiling, I can't believe what I've seen.
Well of all the nerve, someone only gave me a two,
hell, I just received a six, this surely can't be true.

If you think my poem sucks then take a short trip,
move the cursor over and click on the word "skip."
According to the rules, we cannot defend our work,
so all we can do is stay calm and don't go berserk.

It can make you feel like you're going to explode,
then the next step is planning the ways to unload.
But, wait just a minute, I don't do things that way,
I'll ask for an explanation and get on with my day.

My thoughts on reviewers are how this poem ends,
regardless of the rating, I hope we remain friends.
Now and then we forget how good things really are,
then realize Fanstory is the best writing site by far.


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