Bukki Writes: Business Woo-Man (a poem).

IMG_20180119_152047I am a business woo-man

I writhe words and leave bruises

On the bloodied minds of my readerly victims

I inject them with doses of wordy antidotes

They take my poetic license

For syntactic fluency

They reward my fictitious decency

With unimaginative currency

I make money

… … …

I am a business woo-man

I feed off well prepared portions of passionate ambitions

I mould it to mountainous morsels

Some, I dish in expensive ceramic – for the rich

Others, I dish in plastic take-aways  – for the poor

Clients are different from customers.

 

They deafen my ears with pleasant alerts

I smile back at bankers coveting my banknotes

I make money!

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