One of my books got remaindered last year, so I got to buy hundreds of copies very cheap. That's a good thing (except the boxes are taking up room in my garage). But it reminded me of this poem by Clive James that is just so full of (Remainder Books are books that a publisher has an excess inventory of and sells off to retailers or discount distributors pleasurable schadenfreude:
(Remaindering means that this book or edition has gone out of print, but the publisher still has an inventory and sells the copies at a steep discount to distributors or the authors.)
'The Book of My Enemy Has Been Remaindered'
The book of my enemy has been remaindered And I am pleased. In vast quantities it has been remaindered Like a van-load of counterfeit that has been seized And sits in piles in a police warehouse,