business and commerce
fiction
edward w pritchard
Business thou art a fickle whore. Lifting thou skirt thou flaunts thy treasures and then delivers the goods to others. The promised profit and prize never is realized. Thy deseveth thy reputation fallen wanton temptress.
Lead me away from thou. I will learn and not fall for your promises of wealth and power. No more stocks, no more residuals, no more commissions and no more ad placement payments.
Your high handed platitudes bore me and your stacked deck cannot beguile me.
The life of the intellect for me. I'll pay thy toll later but I will stay far from your temples of prosperity.
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