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

and them

off the streets.