My Review of Ludovik Celaj

This is not a poem, but me feeling very bored but creative after reading my own poetry creations and then deciding to review "In prespective point of wiew"  by Ludovik Celaj... Read it and you well understand ughhh...

Seriously, do you take no pride in intelligent thought and words of meaning upon the page,
It's as if you belittle and desire my rage.
I hope you think before you speak,
Because in person, my fist would peak.
You disrespect the reader with each word you write,
If you bother not to bind your words in others sight.
With every broken word and misspelled tribute,
I sit wondering why one would distribute.
Such swill and swine before my eyes,
You spit upon me with such trite tries.
I do hope you try again for a poem need not to rhyme,
But it does help to try from time to time.
Give me words of purpose and epic truth,
And scream your feelings from the highest roof.
But do so with forethought and planning,
For this is not the art of leather tanning.
Weaving words and heart and mind,
Takes a certain respect of a kind.
For those who may read to know your view,
You must cast words of glory to imbue.