Reading a magazine about writing,
My cup of coffee on the floor nearby,
I found the experience depressing,
The editors hinting we shouldn’t try
To write what we want but what they would buy.
But if I’m not like them, and I must write
Only of what I know, in that case why
Bother, since they’re not interested? They’re quite
Stuffy, their readership’s retired and white-
Haired, their tired tips on authorship stifling,
Like ‘Don’t rhyme moon with June.’ Despite this, I
Then read the winners - those who can write right -
Of a moon-themed contest. Such cute rhyming.
Short stories where their partners always die.
Sun 16 Sep 2007
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