DIRTY DATA

“A Salesman is an it that stinks”

-e.e. cummings

Mine is theirs, those details of my life,

All listed for whomever comes to take,

But who is that?

Counterfactual, dates and numbers wrong,

The whole of what I like so well obscured

That all who come to sell will have to fail

 

Imagine me in showrooms of your mind,

A customer who grins but never speaks,

And leaves you ponder what I’d buy.

So keep on with your pitches, feckless fools,

Stumble off to find a mind that works for you

To purchase what you peddle with a smile.

 

Brittle Star15OBOX3-articleInline

Advertisements