I’ve often thought it was unfair

To keep the writer lowly,

When other sleek professionals

Sound off as if they’re holy.

They say that, “Anyone can write! –

It can’t be black and whiter.”

And when you try to show them style,

The joke’s on you, the writer.

Just try to teach them metaphor,

Or classic allegory,

Or try to share dramatic flair

When telling them your story.

They’re back at you with cartoon thoughts

That go from trite to triter,

But when you try to teach good taste,

The joke’s on you, the writer.

I know a woman who still writes

From every day examples,

With care and grace she chooses words

And culls life’s telling samples.

And yet her readers want a plot that’s

Less complex and lighter –

And when she cries her purest tears,

The joke’s on her, the writer.

She fights them with her books in print

She fights with magazines

She fights them in her evening dress,

In taffeta and jeans.

But when her readers turn their backs

Instead of rise to fight her.

Her muse becomes an albatross –

The joke’s on her, the writer.

Even the great Olympians,

Find modern folk too clueless.

They once were worshipped, now forgot —

Abandoned, who once ruled us.

Athena’s given up her thoughts,

Almighty Zeus goes shoeless.

Poor Dionysus took to drink

While Ares steaks prize fighters.

Apollo’s quit his silver flutes

And smashed his golden miters.

But when these gods seek sorrier sorts,

They laugh at us, the writers.

–Dennis Drogseth

Dennis Drogseth is a writer extraordinaire.  He is a poet, playwrite and author of fiction and nonfiction books that are in the process of being edited and published.

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