Art of the Deal
When truth became a round stone
every way it turned was the same
so people who could afford it
bought overpriced condos in hell
thinking to launder their money
not noticing that the real estate agent
wore flame-resistant loafers.
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Love this extended metaphor! Thanks.
‘every way it turned was the same’….. my favorite! I find it both comforting and disturbing ….
Really enjoyed this poem✨