Commission Structure Human Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I have got this round of drinks
I'll get lunch
My expense account carefully padded for my customers

My territory encompasses three zip codes
Let me work them like an evangelist
I'll preach to them for a hard fought commission

He smells of sweat, tears, breakfast cookery, and cigarette smoke
His tie is loose, frayed around the edges
Small cuts in his chin attest to the fact he shaved too quickly today

The side of his mouth moves reflexively
As if warm-up stretching for use
Struggles to project confidence not desperation

It's dark and his feet hurt
Let's himself into the place where others sleep without his presence

What he brings out with him in the morning is distributed throughout the day
He comes back buzzing with restless busy despair