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SELLING POEMS ON THE INTERNET
I'd feel funny
having my own site.
Read my poems!
Buy my poems!
Validate me!
Love me!
Meanwhile,
in a distant land
a family sips coffee
from small cups
as an RPG explodes
a block away
@ 8 a.m.
I'd feel funny,
shamelessly self-promoting.
Read me!
Buy me!
Validate me!
Love me!
Meanwhile,
in a not-so-distant land
a man in an expensive suit
sits at his desk
as his monthly paycheck
of half-a-mil
is electronically transferred
to his savings account.
If an RPG went off
several stories down
in the street below
he wouldn't even hear it.
He doesn't care for poetry.
He feels that artists
should get a real job.
He feels validated.
He feels loved.
He can buy just about anything.
Meanwhile,
in another distant land
flies buzz around
the faces of starving children.
And another so-called poet
hawks their wares
on the Internet.
Read my poems!
Buy my poems!
Validate me!
Love me!
Love me!
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