I
got to get past the logjam
to trade delusions on the common
market.
I got to chug along
or to smoke and squeak into thousands
of households, more needed than
Dutch cleanser, more desired than
perfume,
the perfect gift, grits for kids
and even a thighbone for the family
dog.
Consumers, I come along;
I am the Provider. Alms for a listless
day,
folk remedy for a cold rainy afternoon.
I compact the garbage;
I get you online; I remove unwanted
hair.
I am the solution.
I am affordable. I am death on
the installment plan.
I am sugar. I am ashes.
I am a promise. I am the choir in
heaven.
I will get you there.
I am the conveyor belt.
