Sales Man

by Robert   Oct 9, 2004


Another door, another face,
just another number in the race.
Another no,or slam of the door,
just another step because I want more.
I am gifted like most people are,
so my visions of freedom will take me far.
They will scream and condemn me to hell,
but I will continue to ring another bell.
My feet are sore and my emotions raw,
but I will deliver my pitch without a flaw.
You will hate me when I come around,
but I will receive my bounty on your ground.
I will not stop from this quest of love,
for this is my only gift from above,
Hate despise who and what I am,
but it is you who live life in a sham.
Those who hate what they do to survive,
I am the few that will do this to be alive.
Tell me what object or service shall I bring,
for I can sell just about anything.
Written By
Robert Niswander
Copyright 2003

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  • 19 years ago

    by Rachel E F Allen

    Done that job - felt those sore feet and had a tremendous amount of empathy with you in this piece xx

  • 19 years ago

    by Lucy

    this was wonderful...i love the word choice in this...great job

  • 19 years ago

    by Carmen

    that was good. i like that it was original, and how you can take place of someone else (unless you really are a salesman) well, great! 5/5

  • 19 years ago

    by ..::Angel of your darkness::..

    This poem was different yes, but it didn't really have anything catchy in it that holds a readers gaze, not bad though

  • 19 years ago

    by Shelby G.

    hmm... I suppose the idea of the poem is a little strait foreward... but at the same time it didn't make much sense to me at all...

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