Licensed to solicit,
I ply my trade among the managerial class
that like to delegate their bastardry.
One gets my number from a satisfied customer
or I may be seen,
a silken jargon-tattooed thigh,
or a well-researched décolletage,’
exposed at all the right conferences.
Naturally, there are dangers;
a political basher here,
an accountability pervert there,
but nothing that can’t be handled
with a first draft ‘off the back of a truck’.
So while they meet my hourly rate
and introduce me to their friends
and pretend I’m one of the crowd,
I’ll practice safe conclusions,
and the contracts will go on.
The world may go unsaved
but at least it keeps me
off the streets.