The Salesman


Two doors left that will tell

whether or not my needs will be

cared for

How dire I am for

letting myself get so damn dire

Keep the smile or

paint one on when I get there

clear the throat first

by talking to myself

But it’s always show time

Never knowing who I might meet

So pitch perfect

Demeanor and persona well-crafted

Who or what could resist this cad

 before they open up

Be it me who prostitutes for an establishment

that takes more than their fair share

Though the lingo may not be the same

work means a sell

And quotas consume me

And humiliation arises when they don’t sign

Work means a sell

as long as I can walk

I have been programmed to not take No

to not hear No

Like a rape of the world

there lies the aggressive and the submissive

A refusal right now

means stalking from now on

So I must adhere to the plan

So as I eat

 while viewing all my paid in full receipts

I recall the fear in myself

instilled in them when I get my foot in the door

Where is the true compassion

when grandpa writes his last check

and immediately checks to confirm his funds

I am my pimps moneymaker

who will stoop to any level to build his name

And stoop I will then do

when I get down to the wire

Two doors left

The big bad wolf am I

craving the little pigs

for my dollar signs in the sky

And should they not let me in

I can be a pest’s best friend

Just that next time

it will be me doing

the unscheduled drive by

Bitch slaps hurt everybody

when they can’t see the benefits

of loyalty


The Upside of Anger

How can I eat

Hearing your belly roar with fear

Watching you wince and grimace

holding back the shame and tear

The etiquette I have

for holding a fork and a knife

cast doubt over your pallor and pitless strife

When my tongue utters common praise

careful words do form every phrase

What is it that’s inside your head

that makes you dream visions of unspeakable dread

Every day Santa comes

to grasp your face with his fingers and his two thumbs

How I wish for my own abyss

before the cardinal plants his lonely sweet kiss

Mirrored images shadows speak

abandon the living but take the weak

Cheeky faces they all do lie

Seeking refuge up in the sky

Tumors they do grow all around

But X-rays are then tossed in Lost and Found

Who says Who, Who says When

And determines life from a mortal sin

Try to manage and stay abreast

Then in time you have peace and rest

The Created Hungry Machine


 So many number ones

 No one can stay on top

Longer than they need to

How did they get there anyway?


Taking turns trading places

Confusing dollar signs

With pretty and

Vacant pumped faces


Nothing to say

Nothing be said

Just another play day

But you will not play dead


Untuck your shirt

Smear your makeup

How can a review hurt

When you hold the Gold Cup


Chew bubble gum

Then blow it out

Machines make your words hum

Even when you scream and shout


It’s your body and face

That keeps you in the race

As long as you stay cool

You won’t break any rule


Just smile a while

And let the cameras flash

Enjoy your pile

All that green known as cash