Sell ourselves for money
Sell ourselves for gold
Money brings you power
The story's rather old
Do I sell my talent cheaply
Do I ask too much
Do I sell my body lightly
Do I love a stranger's touch
Am I lazy, do I care
What you think of me
Sell myself a bill of goods
Hey, I'm living free
No telling me, This is it
Just do what I say
Do what I please, bet your ass
Doing things my way
Sometimes, it works, most it don't
Unless you sell your soul
Your time becomes their time
Now, you got to know your role
Honest work still takes it's piece
Piece of you, that is
Your mind, your body, mental health
And, your ass is full of jizz
Fuck me hard, cum and cum again
Just put the money in my hand
I've got a magic pussy, baby
I'll give you all that you can stand
Put in your time, ride that seat
Drive that friggin' truck
Shovel shit, mow that lawn
On your knees and suck
Doctors, lawyers and police chiefs
They pay their prices too
Airline pilots, engineers
They all pay their dues
You pay the price in social sets
Your body or your brains
Some people though, don't get it
Out playing in the rain
We're all for sale, fame and fortune
You think you're different, huh?
I beg to differ, ask around
You'll find the answer's, nuh!
Comments
Thanks Mark...
Yeah, I wrote through this in a couple of hours. Sometimes, the rhyme and rhythm come easy and I almost feel as though it was dictated to me and I just wrote it down. It's the same with "Killer", when he has a mission to fulfill, and I am passionate about the story. I appreciate the praise and comments, but don't go overboard, I don't want my other personas to get swelled heads. ~ Geezer.
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Hard,
Hard hitting and sad statement of fact poem, man's relentless pursuit of wealth. Regards Roscoe...
Thanks Roscoe...
As always, I appreciate your comments. I changed the title, as Eumolpus read the poem differently than I intended. I hope that this one lends the proper context. ~ Gee.
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a bold poem
which takes on a lot. Maybe too much. The whole human condition of buy and sell...after reading your poem I couldn't help feeling there is difference of prostitutes or human slaves and selling out for money or power , or working at a boring or meaningless jobs, and all the rest.
Living for free? How does anyone do that without that social security check and medicare...but that's as the result of a lifetime and doing something in the engines of commerce- picking apples or running a law firm...whatever.
So I think you have a great start, identifying the root evil of exploitation, but I'm not a communist so I'll stick with our economic system, which means, as Bob Dylan said, "you have to serve somebody" ..but trafficking is to me another matter, taking defenseless girls and selling their bodies.... and that's where the poem is the strongest.
The living free...
was meant as, "I don't have anyone telling me what to do. You can't tell me what to do. Yes, as Dylan said; " You have to serve somebody", that was the intent of the whole poem. I did not mean to imply that there is any likeness to selling unwilling women. Maybe if I had given it another title? As a matter of fact, now, that I think of it... I guess I will change the title, so that the reader will gain the proper perspective. Thanks for your input on it. ~Geezer.
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my aged balding head life's nearing 8 decades experience says
there are only two
NOBLE PROFESSIONS
since man became aware of his manliness
and women of their secrecy
PROSTITUTION
and
Religion
these are only two businesses
all else are offshoots
your bold poetry smacks hard
the bold truth in life
it's only cumming for enjoyment
and
money for ensuring it
well done Gee
I may not up to your high mark be
But let me see
what you think of me
Thank you...
I appreciate your comments. Yes, it's true that two of the oldest professions are religion and prostitution. Your eight decades of years, has left you with many experiences that have shaped the world you are of. I respect your opinions and let you know that you are not half the bad poet you think you are. ~ Geezer.
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THANKS Gee FOR UR KINDNESS
I am an okay poet
loved all over
it's now only neo who think
I am old
lol
younger heart I have than many most
and glad you know
here is to or for you a toast