Without my voice print
Near the end of the year, I finished a narration
By recording the closing credit: simply “the end”
Then the middleman offered a much longer book
And wanted to pay me proportionally less
But soon agreed to raise the compensation
Aha OK, but I needed to size up the book before agreeing to it — a detail that wasn’t taught at middleman school
I pulled out after skimming it — a pornographic romp in fits and fizzles through southern cities
“But he likes your voice,” plus cooked-up blandishments
And I had a professional’s choice
After all, his story is lost out there in the ever-bulging Amazon inventory
And elsewhere you’ll find my résumé and voice print in greater circulation
I can’t hide under a pseudonym, but authors can sacrifice excess.
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