The Reader

When you're feeling weary
You need another query
What the hell they do all day
Is really not for you to say
They say they read
Then turn you down
Another way
To help you frown
Surely they must earn their pay
They're really experts
By the way
I guess somehow they stay afloat
From egos that just make them bloat
For their part what do they do?
Some know their stuff
But just a few
So when you send your work right out
Don't get angry
And don't pout
Through their doors you have to go
For your words to ever flow
And should you ever get a break
You're good for one big piece of cake
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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March 3, 2015 at 9:37 AM
So true, so true, alas, too true. Ten rejections for every acceptance. As soon as I read the first three words, I know. And, I've learned to hate the phrase, ". . . doesn't meet our needs. . . " The trick is to never give up.
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