Decide carefully.
Adjust the idioms just so.
That's how Just Do It
Becomes I'm Lovin' Shit.
Good authors make fine
Salaries in the advertising racket.
Who can blame a cautious writer
For treading on so many snakes
That it's like walking over finely shredded glass:
Harmless at sufficient volume;
That's a salary morass.
Not to mention the connections!
A network whose waves are surf,
Roiling to outsiders
And emerging in unfathomable
Hydrologic circles
To have their revenge
On politburos of publishing magnets
Whose North the compasses always point
Ninety degrees to the left.
Roman Ryan 