'SPOTTING THE SNIDES' Sniggers, smirks and sneers. The snide ones, they're all around. They stare, mockingly. They laugh at your dreams, Taunt all of your hopes and plans, Snort at your efforts. If you let them in If the snide's your co-pilot? Your plane, it will crash. Thing is: they who sneer? They've a fragile sense of self: Their pain throbs deeply. The joy and beauty Of your building and trying Is their grim poison. Made foul by self-hate They want to give you their pain. They're rancid goblins. You cannot help them So take away their power By ignoring them. So, to summarise With quick and simple advice: I just say: Fuck 'em.