I MUST GET AWAY
I Must Get Away
I must get away from these predators,
Who are politely called business competitors.
They do anything to make a buck.
They turn “making love”
into fuck.
JUST LISTEN
Mothers ! Fathers! Brothers! Sisters!
We”ll cure your corns,
We’ll cure your blisters.
We hard sell you soap,
We soft- sell lies.
We’ll sell you swatters
for swattin’ them flies.
We sell bees
We sell honey
We sell everything
(except maybe money).
We sell pie
(in the sky or on the table).
We murder minks,
We murder sable.
…..We sell Leprichons
and elves.
When the goin’ gets rough, we sell ourselves.
We sell countries
We sell flags:
We sell uniforms
and other such rags.
We sell God
We sell dog food.
We sell cod,
We sell seafood.
We sell life,
We sell death.
We’ll sell ya wife;
We’ll sell ya a breath
of fresh air.
We sell peanuts, popcorn, pastry, parties.
We sell people to politics,
We sell laurels to hardies.
We sell cheeseburgers,
beefburgers,
bouillon.
We sell cabbage
carrots
onions.
We sell Christmas.
We sell Christ.
We sell crispy-critter crackers,
and before the big heist………
We sold the WORLD.
…from Early Poems, 1971 T.E.D
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