William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD

RANTS FOR GRANTS

Lord hear our rants Grant us Grants
John boy needs a new pair of pants
Let us not hear the naysayer’s cants
as to the publisher’s desk he’ll prance

Writing prose with photos – odes and verse
rejection slips – what could be worse
The struggling writer alone in his room
head filled with thoughts of doom and gloom

Bashing out the words on the battered IBM
tales of lust and love and lonely men
Of booze and dope and the loss of hope
dead end men choose and use the rope

The writer sees all with practised eye
he tells it as it is and questions why?
In the land of plenty there is a bad smell
Where Governments permit this East Side Hell!