The Salesman

The Salesman's voice is sweet to hear

for everyone who lends an ear.

There's birdsong in his soothing voice.

All other sound will seem like noise.

His rat-like face will hold your gaze

and teach you of the simpler ways,

of how you can be born anew.

He seems so beautiful to you.

His teeth and touch you may despise,

but still you'll gladly sacrifice

the world for items that he brings,

the prize of all your needful things.

And when you look into his eyes

you do believe when he implies

that there is everlasting youth.

His voice becomes the only truth.

As payment he will just discard

your money and your credit card

and say: "This deal was fairly done,

and now, my son, you owe me one."

The interest of his petty loan

will rise till you are not your own,

and overshadowed by your greed

you pay him back with loathsome deeds.

The Salesman's laughter fills your head,

his smile your vision and instead

of letting life be filled with choice

you only hear his sugared voice.