Heartless Marketers

Right, right,
Write on your cardboard slats
In wind and rain to tell
The tales of all your pain

Dive through intersections
Where traffic can’t help but
Inspect your woes on display

Markers on posters pointed to
Each oncoming lane, asking for
Empathy and spare change

Every one of you holds
A degree in marketing

Using pithy cardboard
To make drivers feel guilty

‘It’s my birthday’, says one
‘Need food for family’, says another
And on one corner stands a man
And his ungroomed dog

Have sympathy fo...