So often
And sadly
Too often
This salesman existence
Wears thin
I can see
Through my skin
Into you
Your reason for being
And soul
I counter
And cajole
And convince
You must know this ritual
Accept
Don't dawdle
Drag it out
Go ahead
Masturbate
Your ego
Ejaculate
From your mouth
***- I sometimes have to make a sales pitch to rather self-important people.
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Taking own advice and starting blog. Weird, 'cos I rarely give advice. Weirder, 'cos I never take it. Objective: Catharsis. Chances of Success: Slim through infinitesimal to the famous snowball's in hell. Content: Poetry (or what passes for it when I'm the author); Rants (of which there are many); Raves (vanishingly few); Randomness (no qualifying statement necessary). Disclaimer: I make NO promises re frequency, clarity, quality or good grammar. Not even correct spelling and punctuation
