Greyson made a living
selling plot ideas
to aspiring novelists.
As a result
his wealth had increased exponentially,
as had the world’s quota
of fourth-rate writers.
One day, however,
Greyson was reading the local rag
and noticed an article
in the “Literary Luminaries” section
that mentioned one of his clients:
“Joe Fitzmeyer, a local author
strikes it rich with sleeper
blockbuster.”
The name of the novel was
“The Plot Merchant.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'The plot merchant' - an interesting idea and fine reading.