by Glen Martin Fitch
There's nothing in your entry
we can use.
You're not a porn star,
victim, zealot, prince or teen.
Though you're sincere,
you can't convince me
this will sell.
Go find a different Muse.
You're boring.
Not your work,
but who you are.
Try bondage, drugs, disease,
religion, crime.
It's taste.
You need profanity not rhyme.
Think calendars.
Think mugs.
Then you'll go far.
No profit without sequels!
Man, it's tough to build
a hot new brand.
So where's your HIT?
In our portfolio
this doesn't fit.
I'm sorry,
being brilliant's not enough.
Now change your style and bio,
or, instead, come back and see me
when you're twelves years dead.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011