The corporate BigBoy
Bribed me with a
Sport Utility Vehicle
Sure, I can drive around on Sundays
And impress the chicks
At the Laundromat
But for sixty, seventy hours a week
I have no will of my own
I'm just a spineless snake-oiled salesman
With a vicious appetite for
Dupes
The kind of guy even I don't want to associate with.
But if I quit
There's alimony and child support and—
Oh, hell
Excuse me, but I've got to make some more cold calls.
(Previously published in Main Street Rag Poetry Journal, Vol 5, No 1 Spring 2000)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice twist on the cell phone codependence. Hope you'll take a moment to read my poem Cell Phone Junkies - Drugless Addiction. Joshua C.