Open the door with pockets full
of preconceptions,
only to be led out the back
with words of commiserations
stitched together by the man,
second-door-on-the-left:
public relations.
Because the PR man
will always paint a prettier picture
because they brush by number and
read from the holy business scripture;
that one no-one knows about- it’s a fable -
the paper that’s propping up the corporations table.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
Open the door with pockets full
of preconceptions,
only to be led out the back
with words of commiserations
stitched together by the man,
second-door-on-the-left:
public relations.
Because the PR man
will always paint a prettier picture
because they brush by number and
read from the holy business scripture;
that one no-one knows about- it’s a fable -
the paper that’s propping up the corporations table.
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