The New York Life salesman is alert
He readies his laminated pullout
Knowing that the younger agents use PowerPoint
To candy-coat death and turn it into a product
But he has been doing this a long time
Through two marriages and two divorces
And four children who are, genetically, clearly his
They share his fat, stupid face and his shit-brown eyes
He sends birthday cards bulging with $100 bills
Hoping that his children will notice that the bills are in series
That he took the time to go into the bank
And insist the teller open a fresh bundle
The young couple enter his office and he begins his pitch
For a product that everyone understands eventually
Peel the labels off of all your canned food! Mystery is lively!
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