A "hack" poet desperate for money, f...

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A pining poem waiting to be read,

A hungry poet begging to be fed.

His last money spent on a new pen,

The final draft approved and then…

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Someone knocking at his door!

Poet spills his ink upon the floor,

in his haste to welcome the reader,

who surely needs must be his feeder.

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‘t Is just the Reaper come to call,

the poem’s the writing on the wall,

read by a grateful audience of one.

Goodbye poet, don’t try to run!

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