Do you ever miss being a traveling toys salesman?
Do you ever miss peddling your peers —
that same conversation again and again?
Ever miss our brothers across the map?
Three day benders, consuming nothing but cards, joints, and shit
diner food?
Clusters of unshowered, unshaven, unkempt men shuffling brown-edged
cards?
Fawning over that gorgeous Goddess of mystery?
Do you ever miss being the Fool, with the great unknown ahead?
The red eye to nowhere, selling these god damn toys, to the already
dead?
Do you ever miss being a traveling toys salesman?