On File With You

I'm Hemingwayan really and
If literature would be the food of choice
For vegetarians who like me feed upon
Small children eating the scenery by dying
I'd think I could win this contest of ads
And spurious promises one of a crowd
Could win against all others to get
Some money and feel a sense of choice
Accomplishment. If it came to pass
That all of the above were made of glass. Next