by W.D. Nelson

Created on: April 21, 2008

I write, I love the freedom, to tell a tale I want to tell
My poems flow freely when a thought rings in my head as if a bell
It's fun, it's free, on nothing can I find a par
Oh yes, except on Helium, where I'm writing to get a star

The green ones mean I'm writing well, above the meager minions
Of all the rest who fail the test, at least in the Site's opinions
The yellow says I'm rating well, as each of you I read
A check mark here, a check mark there, and yellow I'll receive.

What manner this, to hold a writer to such rigid trails.
I guess that in the "Outside World", reject slips lie in piles.

We need to check our progress, and it's so very hard, we know.
It's hard to find some people or a particular place to go.

So here I'll stay, at Helium, and gather up my stars.
But as far as I can tell, they're like rocket ships to Mars.
They do me well, while on this Site, and show me a success.
But to publisher, seller and agent as well, I believe that they could care less.

(With Apologies To www.Helium.com - consider this a Satire)

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