A particularly prominent technology blogger ( see http://www.readwriteweb.com/archives/michael_arrington_the_kingmaker_who_would_be_king.php )has now formalized his status as an investor (which he did even before) while relinquishing his editorial duties (which were not much given the blog’s acquisition by AOL and its own formidable line of writers, each one of whom is quite influential). Without going into either sermon mode (thou shall not have conflict of interests) or adulatory mode (wow he sold the blog for 30 mill and now he gets another 20 mill for his funds)- I shall try and present the case for ethics and ethical lapses while as a writer.
Every week I write a poem,
Thinking how cool I could be.
A 21 st Century Lord Byron,
Writing poetry could do the trick for me.
Party Invitations and Fame Galore,
Lord Byron used to have this and all more.
But poetry died, and Byron died much earlier in disgrace.
His aristocratic funeral attended by an empty caravan.
Harry Potter may have rejuvenated the novel,
Bringing back poetry is too much for One man.
So turn your head, and swipe your card.
Modern age civilization aint no place for ahh bard.
Let you drink and have soda water,
Pre Packed Hangover remedies the morning after.
Caught up in a material world.
Dead artists are worth their weight in gold.
Stupid poetry, are all ahh I can offer you for today.
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(photo credit-Lord Byron at age 25 (1813 portrait by Richard Westall)