by Glen Martin Fitch
If you think
I'm just goin’ to go away,
then you've got me all wrong.
And if you bet
I'll take offense
or get discouraged,
say "I'm done. I quit!"
Then you don't know me yet.
'Cause I'm a salesman.
Selling's in my core.
And in the end,
No matter what you sell
you have to sell yourself.'
Yes, I'm a bore.
This is the only thing
that I do well.
But I'm not like
the others of my tribe
'cause I'm not one
to pressure or misguide,
intimidate, or bargain,
beat down, bribe.
But shark or saint,
a salesman has no pride.
I'm still here.
Even if you grow irate.
'cause as a salesman
I know how to wait.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011