The following pages are dedicated to authors and the wondrous workings of their minds...
Death of the Agent
Sniff, sniff, I'll just wipe the tears from my eyes,
I hear another's expired, another demise,
down goes another one, dropping like flies,
for literary agents, nobody cries.
For so very long they were the bees knees,
Long to reign over us, to do as they please.
But the Indie's are here, and very soon these,
will rule the world, with no agents to appease.
by Gary Weston