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[betteroffbad]

sometimes a writer thinks he's better than you
just because he's sold a book or won a prize or two
the writer of trash has a special sensitivity
to slights he percieves to his impressive dignity
for example a writer like this if he's asked
to join a small reading will say, "will there be cash??"
and if there is none to be had he will bristle
all over with rage like he chomped on some gristle
he will glad-hand the nobs while the noobs he cold-shoulders
while his five minutes' fame quickly ripens and molders
dear writers whether golden midlist or obscure
please try to be kind to the guy at the door
don't snap at or snub him because he's a peon
you were once just a kid with a blazer and tee on
besides you don't know how fast fortune's wheel turns
for you or the objects of all your sick burns