I spend my time writing poems and stories
for people to read. When I finish composing,
it’s my job to go to facebook, twitter, and
plenty of other sites to announce to the world
that what I’ve written is out there and for sale.
I’m forced to send query’s to agents and publishers
alike, in the hopes they’ll like the words I put on
200 or more pages enough to print it for me.
Before they’ll do that, to earn some bread and wine,
I’m forced by the slime, to sign on the dotted line.
If I could understand every printed word, I’d never
give my rights away. But the size of the words are
always smaller than an ant. If I could understand,
I’d never sign on that last line, far behind so many
pages of lingo that only a lawyer understands.
contract > contracts > poem > poetry