As necessary as it is,
The marketplace wearies me so.
And I suppose it is for the hordes among them
Who cannot let the truth of a matter be enough,
But insist on duping whomever they can.
Oh, and I must not forget the pests
Who are not content to leave the marketing to the market,
But insist on bringing it to my house, as if my every
Waking moment were their rightful domain.
It is the wanton greed of it all that wears me out
And makes me wish against reason
That it would all just stop—
Or against experience
That the world would finally learn its lessons.
