Here comes a roaring tidal wave
splashing us daily, everywhere:
“Gulp our food. It’s spicy cheap and fast.”
“Be shocked! (But you can buy in privacy.)”
“Sports people buy our sporty goods.”
“Dine, in our elegant first class restaurant.”
“Avoid calamity. Sign with us.”
“Restore your youth with clever surgery.”
“Escape! Travel with us. Just relax”......
“Ours”! No. “OURS”!! (It’s a battle.)
There’s hawking in waiting rooms, restrooms and bars.
There’s hawking on billboards, in messages printed on shirts.
For strap-hangers riding the bus there are multiple posters.
There’s hawking on taxicabs, lobby signs, theaters and tags.
They use telephones, sky writing, rockets, computers and pencils.
Changing statements flash from moving trucks.
What vehicle will they be using to tempt us tomorrow?
The baby’s rattle?
It is a mighty battle!
No man can serve two masters… Ye cannot serve God and mammon.