I was stuck in free verse On the circuit With slammers renowned Ripping rhymes sublime Heard and seen By the deaf and blind, Respectively...
But the spin soon spun From slick to schtick Layered so thick with more Of the same ole tricks That even Mike and Spike Couldn't just do it Like before...
So I upgraded my lyrical Nike Of the open court To a pair of couplets And formally entered the draft With the pros...
"With the #1 pick...."
My dedication to the craft And hours logged after dark, Flipping through Plath, Wilde And Walker Yielded the manuscript of my dreams, And a YES From the publisher
I had arrived...
Or so it seemed...
The path well-travelled Of the published pros, Once paved in exclusivity, Now glittered with chaos and opportunity
And the carcasses of couplets in print...
The sprint to models new Laced in virtual strings On tablets, kindles and bing Had begun....