In The Market Of Ideas... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in the market there are good apples,
luscious ones and we buy them and we do not regret
the money that we part with,

there are rotten ones, who buys them must be fools

ditto with our creations,
we think what we make are the best
in the market of ideas
we rely on the proof of the goodness when others begin to buy
what we display

we think they are best
but look at the flies, look at the the emptiness of the market place
smell the stink,

then we decide not to display at all
we keep what we make as our own
after all, it is ours, and we protect them in our homes
not for sale
but for domestic consumption

we do not wish to compete
we are home now and then we are happier this way.