Publish, Change Or Be Damned

You want me to write in metaphors Twist meaning to fit the rhyme Make the word count perfect So many beats in time. Use words out of context Which have nothing really to say My plain style not good enough So change it or go away So should I write my offerings? Just like what follows now Substitute fatalities, cowering yellow Within the confines of a sacred cow Oppressive vision of Babylon towers Secreting liquid words of wisdom Tie-dyed to fit the morning headlines Career advice for the enslaved kingdom. Does anyone understand what that meant? Does anyone really care? So long as “they” think it fits They’ll publish all your wares I’ll not pig at the trough Just to please the critics I’ll write for the “common” man After all, they're not so parasitic.