A POETS’ PITY PARTY–DISAPPOINTED AND HURT
It’s enough for a grown man to cry,
Being shafted without knowing why…
Was told that in May
It would be displayed,
But finding he’d again been passed by.
That newsletter is full of stuff,
But never anymore is there enough….
Room for short poetry
Or anything else he can see,
Their call for material is a bluff!
Everything seems scripted,
Any independent work, they’ve nipped it…
With no room at all
For any resident called,
To contribute anything gifted!