The novel went unpublished,
The money just not there for such
A “commendable but lengthy” work.So the small press publisher said,
Did I tell you I saw the chap
Just last night, giving a reading
Of his own impoverished prose?Did I tell you too he had in tow
A blond one, she pushing twenty to
His fat fifty? In his starring role,
he brushed me aside when I approached.I am speaking to you from my cubicle,
Over here, second down on the right.
Scared for my job in a crummy economy
I generally am,But now an attitude sharp and impaling
That I should have to be here at all.All I want is for you to know.
Tell me it isn’t too much to ask.June 2003