Shhh! No-one need know
I took his finest manuscript and sent it to those who really matter
A publishing house stateside that can shatter the fantasy
Take it right on up a notch, transform it into a lavish reality
His work, my name
Seems I’ve been starving for far too long, playing this all too cumbersome waiting-game
Too many good poems ignored again and again
Leaving me utterly floored
I do abhor the commercial side of it all, but if I play it safe surely nothing can befall me
I know, I know, you do indeed reap what you sow
And I may not have sowed this particular seed, but I do believe I might just possess the necessary skills to breath some life into this damn fine manuscript of his
Guess we’ll just have to sit it out, WAIT and see
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