Free Promotion Poem by Sarah Sisson

I wonder why they don't come to me
I've advised them the should listen
Who are these vultures?
Players of a limited sort

These auxiliary time takers
Flood me for attention
Who are these predators?
Those that live for harassment

I am useful to I try to get at least one to see
I just need, for myself, one to hear
After all, so many live in utter darkness
They do not know that they could have my advantage

Small price to pay for what I went through
I deserve respect for what I know from hardship
I try to give this knowledge away for a song yet they will not hear
They harass and harden my heart.

Perhaps I should give these needy the time to grab this
I might be a detriment to myself with my known lack of patience
I am too persistent and lack the rhythm to success at time
I will keep trying