“It is easy to disdain from a sheltered place,
But harder to shelter the place of your disdain.”

I can attack your inherent flaws
Because I am protected.
With luck, you will change,
As I have not projected.

And from a secure place in my soul,
A speck tedious to locate,
I sit ‘neath a willow tree.
I weep for you and agitate.

I would shelter you from
This if I only could
Disguise the barbs
As satirists would.

But then this assault would
Have no satisfaction
By achieving an indignant
Or hostile reaction.