Showroom Poetry

All I need is hope, trust, food, and water
Laid out in front of me in Times New Roman order
Fine thinking, come over me in poor showroom poetry
The line rhymes, but it don't read
Much of what you say to me in and out of either ear

The prize is in all I know, printed out on paper
I scan, crop, bounce, then post, and wait for confirmation
Sex, sin, don't devour me in poor showroom poetry
The line rhymes, but it don't read
Much of what you say to me in and out of either ear
A crisis report

You're wrapped in sheepskin, don't let the cold in
I think we'll take things warm
A seasonal decline, it's lower league, I
This instant-pleasure life haunts at night
Contorts, it buys unsaid

You're wrapped in sheepskin, don't let the cold in
I think we'll take things warm
A seasonal decline, it's lower league, I
This instant-pleasure life haunts at night
Contorts, it buys