Oh great Teen Ink, thou art my loving god.
I pray to thee for naught but just one thing:
A publication of my lowly work.
Oh great Teen Ink, just grant me this one wish!
I sit and think of what you might expect
From me. I try to brainstorm ideas
Of something You would want to read. And I
Fall back into my slump, my writer's block.
For what could I attempt to write that could
Appease Your Majesty? That somehow would
Appear upon the Most Discussed front page?
At my own answer here have I arrived?
Oh great Teen Ink, thou art my loving god,
So, pay my work attention, would you please?
I pray to thee for naught but just one thing:
A publication of my lowly work.
Oh great Teen Ink, just grant me this one wish!
I sit and think of what you might expect
From me. I try to brainstorm ideas
Of something You would want to read. And I
Fall back into my slump, my writer's block.
For what could I attempt to write that could
Appease Your Majesty? That somehow would
Appear upon the Most Discussed front page?
At my own answer here have I arrived?
Oh great Teen Ink, thou art my loving god,
So, pay my work attention, would you please?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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