truncated ode to getting scooped

Two houses, not quite alike in dignity
In squalid, back-stabbing Manhattan, where we lay our scene
From "borrowed" intellectual and creative capital break forth to new new mutiny
When agents' tricks leave editorial hands unclean

From forth the inky bowels of these two foes
A pair of similarly-subjected books simultaneously spring to life
But mine's the better one. So please don't buy the other one.

Thanks,

Moonie