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20 declined submissions on my Submittable tracker
Nothing beats a failure but a try, but why do I, still feel wacker?
Than all of the award winners, chosen by all of the judges...
With a chip on my shoulder, I continue to write, despite my ego’s grudges
Tears drop on crinkled pages, causing hundreds of ink smudges
On the other side of the doors, that I’ve long been knocking on
Hide hundreds of annoyed residents, hoping that I’d just get off of their damn lawn
My message is unwanted gospel, like I’m a Jehovah’s Witness
Darkening thousands of doorsteps, now I’m the picture of fitness!
Counting my steps, by the law of averages, eventually someone will let me in...
Poor ignorant souls, at least I can relieve some of their sin
A writer’s complex, vexed, hoping that they will read and learn
Thinking about the words that I wrote time and again, as the pages turn
Paragraphs into chapters, various plots and character specifics
Take a hit of these themes, and I promise that you’ll get addicted!
