Dear poet toiling, trying
To win your daily bread--do you
See Wit rearing its precious head
Investing you with promises, i.e.
Striking it rich with witticisms
Longing to be read?
By the powers invested in me
By Tom, Dick and Harry, Ltd., hereby
Do I decree this writ to be read:
To all promising poets,
Before you declare bankruptcy,
Strike it dead.
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