Come On

“Why did you do that” they did say

you should have done it another way

for peering at thy failed attempt

doth make them treat thee with contempt

You should have done it the way I thought

the way I want, the way I taunt

the way that any with sense would know

the way I know that it should go

“Come on” say they when looking close

at thy great bungle in thy post

For anyone with sense would see

that none at all this way should be

“How could you make such great mistake

and far from perfect be thy stake

For if you were as great as me

you wouldn't do mistakenly”

But disregarding empathy

they banter without sympathy

while making fun and looking down

on all the error they have found

With gutter talk they stoop below

and without fault they chide and blow

the claim of perfect that they be

that all the world can simply see

And condescending make they less

those lesser than themselves with mess

and climb 'pon mounts of haughty heights

to show themselves of greater sight

“If I were there I would do right”

they boldly claim with all their might

until the time when they too fall

and agnise error be with all

And that their pride doth take it's place

and indicate upon their face

that they be first to signal more

that soon shall be their humble yore

For fall shall they for others sake

to see they too doth make mistakes

And “Come On Man” shall be repose

to those who also lack control