I.
In somewhat uncertain economic times
It is—perhaps—why you have been
Need another reason?
How about that you
Your first,
Each additional
Plus, for the first time ever
So don't miss out
II.
There's no real town out there,
it's all new money, honey.
Stay home with me and respond to the mail.
I'm drowsy from the very thought
of the voluminous correspondence we keep
with every Tom, Dick, Harry, and Sally
at this, that, the other, and still another
insurance company or complaint department.
I need you like a baby in a movie needs
a fella's face to piss in.
Who on earth am I going to bore
as I strain to regurgitate what I've read,
who will strain to appear to listen and
shower me softly with faint praise
through these clumsily abridged autumn days?
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