Peddler

Something O’Clock.

Time to tighten

That majestic chorus mask,

Or that adorable anime avatar,

Or that perfectly poised Prufrockian persona.

Make sure it’s flawless;

Make sure it’s believable;

Make sure we abandon all sense

And acknowledge the verisimilitude.

Then you win the clicks-for-cash game.

Hustle, hustle, do the hustle.

From Dawn to Dusk and Dusk to Dawn.

Grind, grind, grind.

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake dog, shake.

And then later, much later, in a room filled with all the prizes won,

The end comes.

Dust.