The salesman stood at my house's doorstep,
With a ludicrous grin he advertised his product,
"Life! That's whave i have for sale my young lad!"
"You better take my offer now or you're outta luck!"

"With experiences such as love, pleasure and happiness"
"It's really a product you won't wish to miss out"
"It's like the one elixir that'll satisfy all your thirst"
"It'll make you so high you'll be sleeping on clouds"

"Since you're such a fine dashing young man"
"I'll forego all my profit and present it to you free!"
"Just on hold to the product till its contract ends"
"You'll love it! It's the Best! Trust me you'll see!"

I was cheated, tricked, fooled, befuddled, bamboozled,
I was naive, foolish, but ultimately just very gullible,
Never did i think the package comes with Sorrow and Hurt,
Lief really IS a bitch, albeit very subtle.

Author's Note: is it amusing? is it fitting? is it good? inspired by Our Lady Peace. i think the poem speaks for itself. i just thought of door to door salesman and life in general.

Labels: Seasons of September

Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.