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.