The Salesman



Look,
I�m a salesman,
not a babysitter.
I don�t mind
entertaining your kids,
maybe teaching them a bit,
but I�ll try to sell them something.
That�s my purpose.
I don�t mind
telling you the news
or helping you relax,
but I want to sell you something.
Remember,
that�s my job.
And while we�re on the subject,
I wish you�d realize
that the programs you object to
are my bosses� fault,
not mine.
I just repeat the things
that they think you�ll want to hear,
yet you blame me for your troubles,
say I drag the world downhill.
I am not a villain,
not a monster
or a demon.
I�m a salesman,
a messenger.
I�m your television.


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