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POEM: Confessions of Mindfulness Pimp

By Berniegourley @berniegourley

POEM: Confessions of Mindfulness PimpIt's disconcerting, discovering one is a pimp.

Don't get me wrong;

-I've never slapped a ho'

-I've never even called anyone a ho'

-To the best of my recollection,

I've not even thought anyone a ho'

I'm empathetic to honest work reviled.

But I've known the hard-handed hustle of a product that's felt about in much different terms than it's talked about - felt an act of masochism but called "working late."

-a product the customer wishes - with every fiber of his being - he didn't need.

-a product around which distractions grow like weeds through the cracks of a post-apocalyptic sidewalk.

-a product the customer wishes he could fast-forward to the end-bliss, escaping the awkward preliminaries.

-a skill that the customer tells himself he's good at, knowing if he had skills, monetary transactions wouldn't be necessary.

I've dealt virtue like it was a vice.

"Psst, Buddy, want some clarity?

"I won't tell a soul you're out here looking."

I've pimped mindfulness and wellness - unrepentantly.


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