Poems

Pick Your Poison


I didn’t think.

I couldn’t believe when I heard it

Hey guys, everything we hold sacred is up for sale.

Tie a price tag around  your neck. Slap one onto your forehead

Choose a sidewalk you like and just wait.

Someone will come along. Someone will like what they see.

You can name your price.

You can negotiate. You can bargain.

But in the very end, you’ll sell.

Isn’t it exciting to know?

There’s a market for emotions, feelings, memories?

Hell there’s a market for your morals and ethics.

Pick your buyer, name your price.

Put it up on Craigslist or eBay.

The Internet is big and booming now.

The sky is the limit.

Do you know?

You can get rid of things you don’t need.

Like love and lust and happiness and integrity

Trade it all off.

Buy a big house! Move to LA. To London?

It’s okay.

Everyone’s doing it.

It’s okay. Everything sells.

It’s okay. Pick your poison.

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