He sucketh most
Who writeth most
If he not writeth well
And others love
To point it out
This is the writers hell.
He sucketh most
Who hopeth most
Some magic to occur
But snide remarks
And low point votes
Will all his hopes defer.
He sucketh most
Who loseth most
His humor and his wit
With those intact
He should survive
Most any low aimed hit.
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