Standing on the hard, grey granite steps
It is a puzzle to me
Who is the predator here.
As the winds of December
Whirl around my head
And the courthouse assembly
Grin in carnivorous anticipation,
I stand above them and announce the sales:
Someone's dream gone awry
Tossed aside, yesterday's news,
And I am here, guardian of the purse,
Reading the newspaper ads
Offering the latest deals
To the smirking wolf-grins before me
Just another guy seeking another dollar
And why do they hate me?
Why am I the one they blame?
I'm just doing my job,
Just like every one else here.
What's the difference anyway?
There are always winners and losers.
And here they are, spread out for display:
Joints of rotting beef, hanging in the late Autumn air
Who is the winner
And who is the loser?
Won't you buy?
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