(in Prose Poetry)
Marketing is the name…the game of wielding and dealing for capital gain in the country and in the town by the tongue. The competitive edge bringing out the best and worst of humankind; miss the mark…autumn splashes on her demonic smiles; the gush, lush of spring no more in the toes...the woes; the purchasing dollar higher than Everest; and marketers and racketeers play golf on her top, joyously shelling four-pees…these four-arm bandits; the consumers albatross…product, price, promotion and a place to store are the gods of the marketing world that consumers…honor sun up, sun down to ward off spirited debt collectors and foreclosure from their doors. Ha ha! Marketing careers are so exciting and rewarding when jobs are found. A CEO position is the ladder to climb...Missteps…fall…in the slime…pelicans in Mexican Gulf.
©Paterika Hengreaves
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