The Literary Agent
Ages ago, when everyone knew
That writing was valued, respected, and true
An old Agent lived who repped scribblers like Poe’s
She pushed every day, and sold all his poems
Back then things were hard, they weren’t like today
Where all you must do – is be EL James
Just write about sex! You know it’ll sell
And if it does not, just say “go to Hell”
Ugh, I digress. There’s but one thing that I need
One Agent to read… my Instagram feed
Just give it a look, just give it a glance
Just give this small writer, a mother bleep chance
I promise I’ll work as hard as the rest
And pour all the riches in your agent gold-chest
That’s all I shall say, that’s all that I think
…but my email is listed on my “About” link
