A seasoned representative,
anywhere, knows the
selfish and greedy nature
of man in society.
Banks upon and entices
some with lucrative offers
who always extoll, applaud,
idolize him despite
lack of reality.
A huge folly it is
to be lured
by such bullshitters.
They speak of dreams
that are going to be true
many many years later.
Highs and lows of
the next moment
are beyond our
cognitive capacity.
Does trusting
their golden tongue
and fairytale mythical promises
reflect hour sagacity?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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