HALF OFF

Brooks Brothers announces a special sale

For a limited time only -- your life--

Bind yourself in our fine cut cloth, grow pale.

Take a docile and subservient wife

Drive to glass or concrete towers each day

Stain dad tree with ink as computer chips

Tally commodity transfers -- your pay

Then off through electric lit night you slip

To Happy Hour where seven whiskey sours

Paint a faint grin over your clown grimace

Hollow echoes mock your outward power

Tail snapped in the trap, twitch in this race

Daily lies mercifully few in number

'Til dignity is a blank mirror stare

This poem is found in Ken Jones book "Unutterable Blunder and Palace Disasters" available at www.Amazon.com.