Here is a little ditty I wrote this morning attempting to get the attention of a little poetry publishing house. If you are that publishing house and are now reading this - then haha... It worked.
the slushpilesome would question whether this is wise to somewhat ruin the surprise of what is to come when you look round the corner and see the lyrics buried in my tiny eyes. but reach out I must to cast my wears upon the slush pile with the rest... ...why is there no rest for those who would rather toil than smile. so here is my work the chicken scratching of my finger tips that may be worth a penny to the masses and if it turns out not they can come after me with their fiery whips.