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What’s Selling

No one's buying truth these days.
Inventories are through the roof.
They can't give the stuff away.

The modern appetite's for lies.
The bigger the better.
Tall tales with slick lines

Fashioned in dissembly plants
From here to Budapest.

Author:

I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.