Agonies of an indie writer

Agonies of an indie writer

I wrote that e-book

It was on sale

My ideas became bargain picks

It yearned to be downloaded

The words wanted to float

They ideas wished to infect

 

Now it sits in a server

Far from the claws of search engines

And “You may also want to read”s

 

But I keep looking at it

Counting the stars it got

Don’t worry my child

Your father still loves you