Friday, February 05, 2010

Today's Poem

There's more to this poem by e.e. cummings than the first line. You
have to read it carefully (in my case, several times) to get the full
flavor.
a salesman is an it that stinks Excuse
Me whether it's president of the you were say
or a jennelman name misder finger isn't
important whether it's millions of other punks
or just a handful absolutely doesn't
matter and whether it's in lonjewray
or shrouds is immaterial it stinks
a salesman is an it that stinks to please
but whether to please itself or someone else
makes no more difference than if it sells
hate condoms education snakeoil vac
uumcleaners terror strawberries democ
ra(caveat emptor)cy superfluous hair
or Think We've Met subhuman rights Before
The mark of a good poem:  I can't even think of a followup comment that doesn't read lame.

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