Poem: No Market (For This)

“I don’t care who you are…

you’ve got to meet the market”

That’s what he said.

So, I did.

I didn’t care who – or what – the market was.

But I met it anyway. Didn’t like it.

I met the market – and told the market to promptly go fuck itself.

Which is how - and why - I ended up

here.