It’s Tic not Tac

 

 

Quite a number of words

You will find end in tic,

Let’s go where relics are found:

Let’s go up in the attic.

 

We should examine them thoroughly

Hence, let us be analytic!

Or, we can number them

As in Arithmetic.

 

We can arrange some of them

In an acrostic

Maybe to spell out a word

Like charismatic.

 

You get to choose your words

As in democratic

And let no one accuse you

Of being dogmatic.

 

Here is a good opportunity

To engage a critic,

Hopefully that one’s criticism

Will not be too drastic.

 

One exposed to harsh criticism

Can become a skeptic

And his appraisal of another

Could be rather septic.

 

On the other hand

One can become overly ecstatic

And, if not kept under control,

Can also become problematic.

 

 

Persons opposed to criticism

Are often seen as egotistic

And the attempt to convince such persons

May be rather optimistic.

 

This attempt to be poetic

May have been somewhat pathetic

But I beg your indulgence:

Please do not be sarcastic.

 

For me right now

That would be too traumatic

But I would not object to any treatment

That is therapeutic.

 

 

To write a poem on tic

Cannot be very romantic

And I dare say in my own defense

Nor particularly scholastic.

 

It is not about the specific,

Rather more like the sporadic

And since I am my worst critic,

It’s certainly not terrific.

 

This is symptomatic

Of the analytic

Whose approach is rather idiotic

Not to mention ballistic.

 

As one who loves the aesthetic

I can only be apologetic

For what must be the frantic mind

Of a mental paralytic.

 

An abundance of static brain cells

That are no longer dynamic,

However, help is on the way…

Don’t panic!

 

Stewart Russell © June 19, 2021