Chain of Rocks your secrets keep
what remains beneath buried deep
My heart bleeds forsaken one;
justice serves no retribution.
The mighty Mississippi weeps
over her watery grave.
The stress of not knowing of constantly going
To check an email, a blog, that submission thingamajob!
The stress takes its toll; it constantly shows
In the wrinkles and lines; that crease between my eyes
When will it end; the rejection
Not for me—good luck—it has merit but
It’s not a good fit—the next agent may like it—enough!
To make me scream, pull out my hair, phone a friend
Take a chance, do a dance in the rain naked and then
Grab paper and pen, sit at my desk or under a tree
You see, it’s the write life for me!
A parody of Edgar Allen Poe’s, The Bells
Hear the retailers with their sales
What a thrill their ad reveals!
Oh the ring, ring, ring,
Throughout the store!
The happiness it brings
Hear the register cha-ching
Time with the family a bore;
Sounds of the season,
Meaning forgotten, the reason,
The promise of savings never fails
Oh the sales, sales, sales,
Sales, sales, sales, —
From the ringing and cha-changing of the sales.
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