BeagleSword this and that - The Monday Morning Memo

“THE EDITOR
Who will be there to tell us why our work is hopeless
Who is the voice of reason we rely upon
Who will burst the bubbles of our foolish daydreams
Who will break the neck of the swan
The trouble with everything
Is that it needs editing
Revise a trillion times or more
There will always be a fatal flaw
Who will cut enthusiasm down to size
And put your vain ambition in its proper place
Who knows human greatness is a sad delusion
Sees blemishes in every face
Better flee the hospital
When this doctor is on his rounds
He is sure to shoot to kill
If you’re caught poaching on his grounds
Finally a work than does not make him squirm
That can stand up to scrutiny when closely read
A garden where his pesticides killed every worm
And now it’s perfect and quite dead
Takes more lives than any predator
No one more brutal than the editor
His ruthless hand is never still
There’s always vermin left to kill”

- William Hackett-Jones sent this to us with the following note: "Simon Patterson is a friend who has been writing a song a day for about 2 years now. Today’s offering is one for the writers and translators of the world."

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