To Appease the Critic

Your Jester said to your Poet
That it was best to write 
What was lowbrow.
Your Director saw, 
And agreed that
Appealing to the masses was right.
Your Poet, he wanted to stay
The course to his highborn ideals.

I see that by dumbing down your work
You created Faust.

Me, I look at the Postmodernist poems
And if I tried to write a piece
At my absolute worst
It would turn out leaps and bounds
Better than all but two of those.

However, Goethe, those ugly poems
Appealed to the masses,
The masses of critics
Who are the gatekeepers of my success.

And I look at your Faust,
Knowing it was written to appeal
To common men.
And here I am
In my limited Genius
Challenged by it.

So, what justice is there
If Faust were written today
And it were hidden
By a din of critics?