cold calling Poem, by helpussaveus, at My poetic side

every head bowed

and every eye closed

i have something you want

but you have nothing to show

for it is a waste

how could you know

i work for commission

i reap what you sow

a promise of hope

raise a hand if you're buying

be moved by the silence

don't mind the ones crying

apprehension is fleeting

remember the fall

if you're interested in premium

the alter it calls

thank you so much

for hearing my pitch

now take the fucking bait

ignore the switch

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