We sell glamour (not)
We sell sophistication (not)
We sell fun (not)
We sell relaxation (not)
We sell happiness (not)
We sell dreams (not)
We sell daring (not)
We sell defiance (not)
We sell rebellion (not)
We sell misery (yes)
We sell pain (yes)
We sell torture (yes)
We sell sickness (yes)
We sell anxiety (yes)
We sell fear (yes)
We sell lies (yes)
We sell confusion (yes)
We sell illogic (yes)
We sell slavery (yes)
We sell nightmares (yes)
We sell our souls (yes)
Would you like to buy some cigarettes?
(Sydney, Australia - 2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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