How in the world would an author survive
Without the benevolence of this mind-hive?
The kindly friends who read in advance
All the terrible words we thought, perchance
May somehow a story derive.
Oh with such patience they read through our prose!
And gently all the plot holes help us to close
With a generous reading of our every word
Nary a complaint to be seen or heard
As they love our hero and their foes.
What? No, you fools! Are you f***cking blind?
I couldn’t in a million years cut that line!
Sure, to you it doesn’t make sense
And sure, it might certainly read as quite dense
But I assure you that was by design.
No, don’t you see why I need this part?
It’s where the hero unburdens his heart!
Speaking of which, I think mine is breaking
Each red-line remark a part of me taking
Indeed, I’m coming apart.
FINE, I guess what you said’s kinda true
I guess I just needed another point of view
And I guess this joke’s kinda funnier now
And the pacing is sharper–holy cow
Okay! Go on! You do you!
Say what? You liked it! Oh, thank God!
I thought for sure you thought me a clod.
No, you were right, darling, of course
No one wanted seven pages of discourse
On the exact implications of a nod.
Beta readers! Healers, and sowers of strife!
You hone our thoughts like a stone does a knife
Even though your words render us low
So, too, do they cause us upwards to grow
Bringing our stories to life.