Choiceby John GreerI am not equippedTo reach down Pull up all the sound From deep in the ground Have it pass Up through my body Into my lungs Forced into my voice box Out through my mouth In such a way That everyone will hear And obey the resonant sound Send me your money I will lead you, follow me Nor am I equipped With handsome good looks With sparkling eyes Gleaming white teeth Striking body Poised posture A smile that says To one and all You can trust me Send me your money I know what is good for you I will show you the way But I can When given a chance Truly smile your way Reach out and touch Whisper quietly I love Any takers |
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