Your prose is much to flowery, your poetry way too dark,
We like your rhythm and the rhyme from which you embark.
We can not market such depression or the word Alone,
Though we appreciate your understanding of loneliness to the bone.
Your words are too depressing, your verses too macabre,
If you continue to write this way, as a poet you will starve.
We understand the words you write, that many feel this way,
We can not sell all of your sadness, despair, and dismay.
Write to us of happy things, give us all some Hope,
Make us smile, make us laugh, try to help us Cope.
Try to change your dark metaphors into songs of light,
We don’t need to be reminded of how we lost the fight.
Your prose is much to flowery, your poetry way too dark,
Though we like the rhythm and the rhyme from which you embark.

1-18-2011