He sells fertilizer.
In a European tailored suit
he shovels at lunch.
At the club on Saturdays,
he ladles it.
His deep, strong, rich voice
attests to the product
at any time over the phone.
His fertilizer is guaranteed
to boost and bolster
your personal misconceptions.
I write about successful harvest
or more often than not
those bouts with plague and drought
which make us older
than we ought to be.
I know his secret
and he knows that I know.
It is for this reason
he sells to me at a discount.
