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