2017 by Hello World
The ‘wise’ men
come knocking on my door.
“Buy mine” they each say in turn.
Their sales pitches make my stomach turn
like a fine combo of piranhas and con men.
My God, how fast can I shut my bloody door?
Afraid to come out from behind my locked door,
as they lie in wait for my key to turn.
Oh lord, hear my prayer – amen:
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no salesmen, for I have a back door, and pray that they will eventually leave, and never return.