I know the feeling,
Hang in there, Kahli,
The terrain can be rough,
Rejections come daily

This piece stood out
And I know what I know,
Self pity and profanity
Can make the dough flow

Seems you already learned
How to assuage that low — 
When it starts to rain,
You gotta pour that Merlot

Lemme end this little ditty
With a blatant non sequitur
Come write for NCiR’ …
You’ll be our 100th contributor!