After he sold them a tower in Paris
They desperately needed to have waterworks installed
And he casually sold them Niagara Falls
With the infinite grace of one destined from birth
To be the best salesman on earth
He appeared in commercials knowing just how they yearned
To wage war on obesity and crucify heartburn
And needed their curiosities piqued
While reality television was voting off the weak
That their hunger for something exhilarating and free
Could be sated with cold beer and pizza delivery
Thanks to the best salesman on earth,
They could just stay home and take on girth
He scurried away to his palatial retreat
And the servants who waited to anoint his feet
And while regular people were taking for granted
He was slowly but surely acquiring this planet
That’s how much his hide was worth,
As the best salesman on earth.
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I can think of a few people this applies to. And it's not just about money, is it.
ReplyDeleteYet you know it is a funny ting butt I would care even less for a Stalin than a salesman. When it's a choice of two evils - naturally I would prefer neither. But if I HAD to choose...
how true it is, but hasn't it been so, since the dawn of time? people selling things that were worthless, or free? people selling hopes, dreams & fantasy, while someone raked in the dough, that the targeted couldn't afford to give away? nice voting off the weak line. especially when it brings to mind who they'll vote off that week ;).
ReplyDeletelovely words. Salesmen sell, but who's buying? That's what I want to know!
ReplyDeleteCold beer.
ReplyDeleteThe rest was deep and eloquent and all,
But that was my favorite part.
sounds like a few politicans i know.
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Very creative writing dear Elliot, I too think I know some people like this. :)
ReplyDeletexoxoxo ♡
Keeping the masses fat, ignorant and happy gives me the right motivation for being the best ad man I can be. Keep it up.
ReplyDeleteHey Elliot, I just wanted to stop by and say that I enjoyed stumbling across your blog this morning. You write beautifully and I am looking forward to following you.
ReplyDeleteThanks and have a great day.
Jeff.
I am so very happy to see you've written a poem. I wonder about you from time to time. You have so much of life to draw from in your works of art.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is sobering. There is much unfortunate truth here. conspiring men make it their business to blind the eyes of the majority of the population in order to get ahead. Wheather that item being sold is socks, beer or a new way of life. It is all the same. Rich white (often bald) men calling the shots.
You are so talented, my friend! I wish you write publicly more. You inspire. ...I on the other hand sang a Jesus hymn on my blog and lost a follower. Haha! Jesus pisses people off, apparently. Whatevz and God bless. :)
Man I wish i had your talent
ReplyDeleteI am seriously attempting to find something at fault so I can help you make this great, but it's already great. You have a way with poetry my friend. Everything you write brings some deep, emotional idea to the table, and I am staggered by it.
ReplyDeleteI think "casually sold them Niagara Falls" is the most lyrical thing I've read in a while.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous. Really.
ReplyDeleteI initially planned to skim it quickly and leave a comment, but I couldn't after the first couple of lines. I had read it PROPERLY and savor each line. (I particularly liked the last two lines and "crucify heartburn," by the way.)
I then went to read your other poems and I loved Nirvana as well, but this is, in my humble opinion, the best poem you've written so far.
Something in me died when I read this, which is proof that GENERALLY DISGRUNTLED IS DAMN RIGHT.
Seriously, Elliot. I thought your blog posts at Apellate Sky were great, but this is on a new level.
There are those who would sell anything for profit and not give a damn about consequences...your poem brilliantly conveyed that fact...bravo
ReplyDeleteFun verse (:
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