THE WOEFUL RANT OF THE WRATHFUL WRAITH

Once she was young and eager.
Her future could not have been brighter.
Until she fell to literary hell,
And emerged as a ghostwriter.

Pity that poor ghostwriter.
Hear her pitiful moan.
She brought you fame and a trademark name.
Yet she remains unknown.

Give heed to that sad ghostwriter.
Respond to her high whine.
Set her free from her misery.
Share the damn byline.

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