I'll write anything for money, me
some non erotic erotica
or some state of the art sci-fi
some half arsed bums in the air romance
on me scuzzy wifi.
I'll write yez a film script
"Welsh zombies in a crypt"
I'll write yez me last will & testament
as long as its a long term investment
I don't do it for the art or to make a critic fart
I do it for the cheque in the post
the BACS Transfer
The Royalty and the Contract
is all that I'm interested in.
Who are you again?
Oh that earnest enthusiast
at the Hay on Wye jamboree
I'm sorry if I cut you with my paper thin repartee.
It's dog eat writer
in this writer eat dog world
the magnum opus in me typewriter
the edges all fucking curled.
I'm bitter and dazed at my lack of success
but maybe
I should don me suspenders and slinky black cocktail dress
for if it is to be the literary casting couch for me
he can grab a handful of hairy bollocks
as I'm supping me earl grey tea.
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