A shortage of help there may be
In your particular line–
But there isn’t, and how I wish there were
A scarcity in mine.
A few hundred thousand less poets
And I might crash the gate–
But it looks to me from where I sit
Like a heck of a long, long wait.
Now this is just my opinion:
(And I shouldn’t deliver it)
I b’lieve the Army turns poets down
Because we’re not mentally fit!
If I wait’ll the Army thins the ranks
Of the rhymers, I suppose
Instead of taking a poet’s place,
I’LL BE THE ONE WHO GOES?
by Ray Romine Sunday, July 25, 1943
