What to do
When the floor you call home
And the walls that shield you
From zones of discomfort
Crumble like the Dow
On Black Friday,
Casting you downtown
in every state,
Under the bridge
Near city hall
With 2 swollen duffel bags
And a story to tell?

It was supposed to be a best-seller
Well-researched and crafted;
Tailor-made for PC
With royalties to match.

But there was a catch,
A devilish twist
Dished by the ghost-writer
With a blond toupee.

His profile was subpar
But he had 4 stars,
A million followers,
And 10 buckets of  crow.

So like a scripted clone
You swallowed the pill,
A placebo.

Now he's got the power
To write you off
Like taxes
Or health insurance premiums.

You'd better stay well
Bubba,
Cause that pre-existing *** ticker
Means you'll be fully covered
By remorse,

Not Cigna.

~ P
#AGhostwriterNamedJohn
(1/16/2016)