Self Publishing
Read I what he published;
The sound ideas relished'
"When one is the vanquished
A thing is relinquished
He's still The Distinguished;
But might feel extinguished"
But why would a writer
Self publish and lighter
Make what's not for Blighter,
Even if The Brighter...
And he tries too posters,
The printing of Rosters,
From time to time Fliers
For sincere liars...
God saw His Job as good
Not us dust like mere wood.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
