They come out as darkness caves in
Their shadow’s squat down heavy
Deep depressive aggressive
Their smiling sharp edges cut to the point
In an array of wisdom they spit as they speak
Voices and words mixed in an American blender
Filing into your life on a line reserved for friends
“Hi how are you today”
And you’d be right to say back away
But their shadows out weigh you
Off guard you’re light not even grey
You can’t push their heavy away
So you reluctantly say “Hello”
Is this Mr. or Mrs. Whoever?
We are about to change your life
Forget the Lottery, We have something better
But you know- their just stealing your time
Four dollar an hour soft talking Indian
They’ve sold their soul for change
And now they want your name
Fast talking guru wanna-bees
Guaranteed to set you free
Quick-what will you say?
Speak in a made up language, it could be fun
Talk Pig Latin and without a tongue
Or ask if they like barbeque cow on nine grain bread
Fart real loud and tell them you smell dead
Tell them you’re glad they called
You can sell their hair next time they call
Then you remember something perfect and fair
Click- You stole their heavy away.
“Who was that honey, your wife asks?
You answer-NOBODY, but below your breath
Just another tourist without a passport
Trying to sell us American dreams
Another corporate American oversea scheme
“Don’t they know?
I’m on the unemployed American dream?”