He’ll write a hundred pages in a day

And work from dawn to dusk without a stop;

Especially when deadlines start to loom,

The level of his output will not drop.

 

Maintaining his plush lifestyle will depend

On such unsparing episodes of work;

He tears a plot from deep inside his mind

And in a month is signing with a smirk.

 

Then it is time to rest and to enjoy

The benefits which come with his success;

He reaps his share of lovers and their charms

And tries to keep at bay the gutter press.

 

Half-dozing in his villa by the sea,

He dreams he hears the cash tills in a store;

The bags of riches sail across the waves

And wash up underneath him on the shore.