Wholesale Sales

How to avoid
the loss of the
wide-jawed fleamarket
of wholesale sales?
How to skip
the tight rope
of night dope
and cheese?
Who've we to please?
And if he/she
looks down
with a cavernous frown
and tears sink
our thoughts
and thinks
who are we-
what else can we see?
There's nowhere to flee.
You cannot flee.


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poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
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copyright 2007 Jason Paul Fox