The Sales Call
I'm stuck with my wife, but not with you. I have
To put up with the questions she asks. They're
Ceaseless. I answer. My words are ignored.
Whatever I say isn't valued by her, except
To establish what's never to be. If I want
Something badly, I ask for its opposite.
This is how I have to live to stay married,
But you're not my wife. You're just someone
Who's come here to sell me a service. You're
Also ignoring my answers to questions,
And pushing for me to accept what you say.
I'm unwilling to do that, and won't. What I
Will do is tell you, since you're not my wife,
To fuck yourself. Just go away.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2023-11-14 at 20:15
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