It'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.
