I've hired an agent.
I pay her in raw, unbridled sex.
though the secretary might get a bit jealous.
the secretary doesn't get paid, only attention
and my agent gets 50 percent, and sex - I'm assured this is scale.
chicago poetry. poetry for a people. poetry for a moment. poetry to satiate the need. poetry of an american outlaw. poetry for the best words in their best order. poetry by Jhon Baker
Friday, January 28, 2011
The grand business of writing for a living, also, I eat a lot of ramen.
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Hmmm, we might have to work on your Secretary's terms :-)
ReplyDeleteSounds like a fair trade-off.
ReplyDeleteFor all that sex, it seems like the agent should be getting less than fifty percent.
ReplyDeleteso you give Huey Lewis song, "working for a living" a whole new persceptive..
ReplyDeleteyou are too funny
Now why can't I get a job like that?
ReplyDeleteWow, you are definitely over paying her. ;)
ReplyDeleteThe job market isn't as bad as I thought. Maybe I should find some "work."
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