I sit in judgment of my fellow poets, for

 by saying so, openly, I invite them

 to sit in judgment of me.

 Which they would have done anyway 

  without admitting it

    but I disagree 

         with their reveries

               too often trying too hard

                      to sound witty

or as if their conundrums

held anyone's interest but their own

still, ego will not permit them

   the option of not stringing 

     syllables together and

      sharing them for all to

       wonder why?

but  - if ill-spoken

  perhaps still, their memory

means more to them

than the embarrassment 

    of sharing it......