Self Inflicted Parody

[Pyxx]

Reading my own work makes me face-palm,
...stupidly tap, tap, tapping away at keys.
Yet, with moderators moderating hurriedly,
I remain at ease,
deciding to stay calm;
I tell myself to breathe.
 
I begin to edit, loudly reciting each line,
glazed eyes seeking out written absurdities, 
that I cannot seem to be able to see.
It's like I'm writing blind,
with each offered critique I agree;
perhaps the punishment should fit the authors crimes.
Yet despite my insecurities,
the promise of progress is measured in time;
thus I seek out poets with pedigrees,
for it is my work that I wish to refine.
 
I peruse Emily Dickinson to read,
recalling a poem titled;
'A fuzzy fellow without feet'.
For we all crawl before we can walk,
thus the cycle of learning begins.
I merely request that the mods of this forum,
do not bar me for my poetic sins.