The Agent

So don't be sad for books not sold Agents can be scarce or cold Just say you hit the keys and tried No need to feel a loss of pride Success may not have come your way Yet writing washed most cares away With older friends you couldn't stay You watched boiled brains just fade away With writing you could stay alive You had a goal Was fun to strive Of course don't laugh at making money Lots of cash Buys lots of honey Be nice to agents Don't say they suck They also need a lot of luck They have to screen To make a buck