A Cautionary Tale Involving One Lit Magazine Reader

♦ August Ehrlich ♦

When Little Timmy saw the poster

And spied the words within -

He glanced upon it once again-

And softly scratched his chin.

"Come submit to the mag that's lit! 

write stories, large and small."

I'll go do it!"

Timmy said-

"I'll go and write them all."

But his head was empty-

He broke his pen,

He threw it at the wall.

"Hmm" he said-

(with bated breath)

"My stories will not work-

It's time to copy from the internet-

And be a massive jerk."

So Timmy pressed his C key.

He chose the path of death.

He sent the story to the Lit Mag.

He exhaled a large, loud

breath.

Unfortunately, the editors somehow knew

That poor Timmy had lied

So they spoke to his parents.

And Timmy fucking died.