A Writer Ghost From Coast To Coast!

Casper seems to be out and about. Hmm, that may be another shout. People are ripping off Casper from sea to sea. Writing and being as happy as can be.

I can't write.
Not a bit.
Day or night,
It turns out shit.

But I want to.
I want to be known.
I want my name in view,
Throw a dog a bone.

I've got it.
I'll hire someone.
They can write every bit,
And I can say I had it done.

James Patterson can do it.
He still gets rich.
So with someone else writing a hit,
It will go off without a hitch.

I have no ideas at all.
This stuff is rough.
Can I buy that at my hall?
Yep, I can buy that stuff.

Bought an idea or two.
I bought a ghostwriter too.
Now the book will come due,
And I'll be in public view.

It was all me.
All me I say.
I paid a fee,
To have it that way.

You'll never know.
Not one bit.
My name continues to show,
So I wrote it.

What? It never sold?
It wasn't a hit?
But my name is in bold?
I must have hired a twit.

I'll hire a new one.
This sure is fun.
I can write a ton,
Just delegate out every one.

Articles and non fiction are a different story, but how can one brag about a ghostwritten story in all their glory? I'd feel dirty putting my name on something I didn't do. Well maybe not ocd dirty but you get the picture at your zoo. Ever consider ghostwriting at your sea? Ever cheat and have it done for thee? Could work for a pen name I suppose. Alright for pen names to sink to new lows. I'll stick to my own writing in mass. I wouldn't want anyone else to rhyme for my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.