The Sale
A keyboard gigolo
works on his profile.
He photoshops a younger him,
plastering the Net
with his winsome smile.
Is he very different
than the little lies
we share in real time?
Best face forward,
but under our hands
we are digitizing
a pseudo existence.
one more acceptable
to the rigors
of a life-long
hard sell.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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