We need to take time out from
dreaming second-hand dreams
wallpapered in our tiered
living spaces. The doorways
to original scenes out where
television screens are as wide
as whole buildings still lie -
concealing the palpable and real.
The truth is that nothing is free;
give-aways are precursors to hard sales
paid for in prostitutes’ currencies.
We are all whores to the trade –
and though we’d like to think
we do better we still sell ourselves
too cheaply.
The real masters of the universe
screw whomever they want for free,
drink copiously of the very best
vintages and when they see who
crawls below piss on them from a
great height. And we call it
happiness sent!
© I.D. Carswell 2007-02-09
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