"Write" is not right
so many words I cannot speak
"Write!" they say. "Right", say I,
but what they want is meek.
"Write RIGHT!" they'll say.
"Right, write," I'll sigh,
as so much goes unsaid.
My poems, filled with forbidden words,
are doomed to go unread.
Dollars and cents,
outweigh value and sense,
and every judge's decision,
dulls the edge,
until at last,
here comes my submission.