The Writer-Agent Relationship: A Poem
By James A. Swan
The writer is a reclusive sort,
They spend most of their time
Staring at a keyboard and all alone.
They suffer fro numerous maladies,
Loneliness, depression and carpal tunnel syndrome.
The wily agent on the other hand,
Is mysterious and almost never seen.
They are always bust on the phone,
Reading and must be left alone,
Or in New York having lunch in between.
Because these species are so reclusive and elusive
It’s a wonder that they ever get in synch.
If the future of the human race
Was dependent on their bi-species procreation
There’s no question that we would soon would be extinct.
Their common goal is the contract,
From the publisher that they both pursue.
The working with the luminary editor
Who switches houses so often
They are always wearing out their shoes