Commercials Poem by Josh Bowden

To trepan us all with wit and wile
And dig to find what makes us tick
To woo us knowingly with wink and smile
And infect our blood as mite or tick

I wish you saw but touch and feel
When lifted as gods of gold make sick
In the water of our veins not wealth or weal
But mortal waste cut to the quick

Descending through the fog of mind
To numb and slash then steal
Don't reveal or let them find
A specious gap to fill