Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
08.04.2026
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! ! The Salesman
The salesman – blue eyes
helped him get the job I guess;
what’s behind them?
I’m no longer host in my own house:
he’s cast me as opponent, victim
whom he will bully into gratitude.
He spreads his brochures on the table.
When he’s gone, I feel dirty,
battle-worn; better phone
the man around the corner for a so-so job;
at least we know each other.
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