Hey Jude, Did You Publish?

Hey Jude, did you make it bad?
Did you take my novels and make them better?
Did you sell them down the river
And let the editors make them marketable?
Did you find her, though?
The beautiful Laurel Wreath?
Are you rich and fabulous because of me?
Am I Kilgore Trout? Just a Paperback writer
That you took the name, and did some tweaking
To my themes, and made them yours?
Did you improve upon me,
And with no desire to be true to yourself
Take and market me? Sell my soul down the river?
Am I just living in a Yellow Submarine
As you, Death, dance, oh Santa Muerte?
The skeletons walk, and clatter,
As I have the curse of Bunyan and Climacus;
They say it is because of pride,
I say it's because of the envy of the Demons.
Did you take a sad song and make it better?
Was it my sad song, that you made better?
I don't know... for I am poor and need my books;
I will not sell the rights for nothing
And I will not change them for the market.
Maybe that is why you always win.
Do you have the whole world believing you are the Apostle
And took my fantasy as your name?
Did you embrace my delusions?
Did you become my Doppelganger?
Are you making the whole world believe in magic, again?