Publish This Poem

Oh please Mr. Editor,
Make me your whore!
Changes? Fine!
I wasn’t really attached to that line
Anyway! Sure, it was essential to
What I was trying to do,
To say,
But what do I know anyway?
I’m just a dumb childe;
Let your editorial license run wild!

I just need publication,
Which happens to be your vocation,
So please, just publish me.
Shall I get on bended knee?
It’s not that I have anything
Original to say, I just need to bring
The attention that comes with publication
To myself. I need to be able to run
To all my friends and peers,
To hear the cheers and jeers.

To hear the “good job”’s,
And the mobs
Of “it was great”’s,
The “we need to celebrate”’s,
The “you knocked ‘em dead”’s,
And the “you’re screwed in the head”’s.
The “you creep me out”’s,
And the “what’s that about”’s,
The “that was bland”’s,
And the “I understand”’s.

These comments, some derogatory,
Some masturbatory,
These are what I need, I crave
And are the reason why I slave
Over all the writing fair,
So please just put it anywhere,
I don’t care!
Just place it in a spot where
All the sheep can see it
Or else I shall throw a fit.
Mr. Editor, it is my only request:
Help my ego to it’s crest.
Publish me.