Tom Libertiny

Step Into the Ring

Picture a poem, make every word sing
No room for fat, unlike your bestseller
Discard trite phrases, step into the ring

 

Take time to compose, maximize your string
Shiver a bit, thoughts of your editor
Picture a poem, make every word sing

 

Drama they say, despite Director’s sting
Makes more cash than a famous wrestler
Discard trite phrases, step into the ring

 

Now my doubt rises, like fog in still wind
Write a screenplay, unearth an investor
Picture a poem, make every word sing

 

Or pimp myself to The New York Times din
Barf three hundred pages, lest they fester
Discard trite phrases, step into the ring

 

The question for artists: is it a sin
Grab quick cash or don’t succumb to pressure
Picture a poem, make every word sing
Discard trite phrases, step into the ring