The Ecphorizer
Ho Hum |
Marilyn Ducati |
Issue #19 (March 1983)
I'm sick of rejections
don't want any more;
I'm sick of rejections
it's one yawning bore.
Rejections from publishers,
lovers and friends;
from bosses, from bigots,
pink slips without end.
My box runneth over...
it's piled like manure:
with much more rejection
than I can endure.
It's no, never, not now
and sometimes a maybe.
I've heard rejections
since only a baby.
Don't bawl, don't jump,
don't hop, don't walk;
Don't shout, don't yodel,
spit or talk.
Don't get dirty
don't eat too fast;
Don't get married
it won't last.
Sorry, better luck
next time my friend;
If the Ecphorizer rejects me
This is the end.
don't want any more;
I'm sick of rejections
it's one yawning bore.
Rejections from publishers,
lovers and friends;
from bosses, from bigots,
pink slips without end.
My box runneth over...
it's piled like manure:
with much more rejection
than I can endure.
It's no, never, not now
and sometimes a maybe.
I've heard rejections
since only a baby.
Don't bawl, don't jump,
don't hop, don't walk;
Don't shout, don't yodel,
spit or talk.
Don't get dirty
don't eat too fast;
Don't get married
it won't last.
Sorry, better luck
next time my friend;
If the Ecphorizer rejects me
This is the end.

A "refugee from New York," poet Marilyn Ducati has degrees in psychology and gerontology.
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