Touched

To touch and be seen
To be touched and be felt
By hands that cannot be seen
And why never existed

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I am not going to sell you
I don’t want your money
What I would love is your life
What I can purchase is your future
I’m willing to buy your energy and incorporate it into a “new source”
I want to keep you going,
make you die hard in my retail
Work you to a corpse
and feed you to the consumer
With a smile,
might I add,
and thank you for shopping
Bagged and out of this world
You are my alien
Are you satisfied with my service
Proud to be my slave
Do you love the free world
Still without insured
Second rate checks are your greatest achievements
Dying to live
you end on my line
Failing under my watch
I bury you in unwanted inventory
and forget you like yesterdays brunch