A writer’s revelation.

You came to Triond to get rich quick,

and now they’ve given you the schtik.

And in truth only the con men declare,

“I made a billion in my underwear!”

There are no thousands or rags to riches,

but sometimes PurpleSlinky leaves you in stitches.

No five-star villas with all the frills,

although we do hone our writing skills.

Many of you write an article a day,

at least it fends off mental decay.

We’re not making millions, we’re doing something better,

we’re becoming better writers, right down to the letter.

You should probably forget about that new car,

a couple cents from Triond only gets you so far.

And now that I’m done the editors will drill me,

let’s hope that Triond doesn’t kill me.

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