August 17, 2005 - Wednesday
The Salesman
Current mood: disappointed
Erroneous at first stab
Perched picking flesh in the blistering sun
He peddles red Popsicle to the lady in white gloves
His linguistic form is confident yet ignominious
the plight for acceptance leaves you awestruck
Soul searching, he comes up empty
For it was negotiated long ago.
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