Monday, August 11, 2014

Sales Pitch

Sit and talk with me awhile, 
Your words are so intriguing. 
Wring me dry through endless guile,
Make me believe; deceive me. 

Take me by the hand and pull,
Lead my thoughts astray. 
Fill my desires; make me whole,
Subtly creep away. 

Let me ponder dusk til dawn,
Leave not one clue more. 
Burn the image my head's drawn,
Eat away the core. 

Cunning with your calm demeanor, 
Selling your falsified picture of self.
Feed me your bullshit on this golden platter,
Turn me into one more notch on your shelf. 

No comments:

Post a Comment