I don't understand your rhyme...or your reason
Your metaphor..or your simile
Your structure...or your form
Hell...I wouldn't even call what you wrote...a poem 

What you wrote was too long
Your choice of words so absurd,
I couldn't figure out your point

What you wrote was too short
So abstract,
It was all out of joint

To many cliches
Nothing orginal 
You copy
You mimic
You ape

Please...go now, why you still have a chance to escape
Because if  you continue,
I've got more to correlate

...Still here huh? Well then,

Stop torturing those words, 
They've done nothing to you
Go read a book
Pick up an instrument, learn to play a tune
Or go be a chef, pick up a spoon
Whatever you do, put down that pen
Find some other form of expression on which to depend

Now if I emailed you this, you'd respond in a minute
letting nothing stand in your way
But since I emailed you with compliments,
you've got nothing to say
* Let's praise one  another for our talents,
and thank one another for the praise