Profit!

Two thousand units will guarantee no loss

And that for an unpublished poet

With his head in the clouds

And a song in his heart that doesn’t fill his stomach.

Two thousand copies and a bottle of Scotch

To make this work public, a book on a shelf

At the back of a high school library

Where the secretary and the teachers make out.

Two thousand buyers with a love of words

That will not discover the madness

Or the beauty that silently resides

Upon these lifeless pages.

Two thousand reasons why you love literature

And just one why you can’t appreciate it.