was it your intention
to buy a bit of attention
could it be preseason pretension
that deserves another mention
we are all merchants of attention
each of us buyers of contention
hawking our wares at time’s market
each tale and tapestry
woven with thread and ribbon of intention
we are masters of invention
compliant and defiant of convention
our creatives put in detention
fools freed by circumvention
we are all merchants of attention
each of us buyers of contention
stealing spicy slices of prevention
from the deli of mere mention
some have seen supposed revelation
within the valley of validation
seeking elusive redemption
from the dozen dams of damnation
playing roulette with casual abstention
while any serious suggestion
from the rivers of rapture
dastard dams had sought to capture
broken free by avalanche of attention
from languishing lakes of retention
rage the rivers of redemption
are you still selling sweet seduction
of the powers of deduction
is the new deluge of division
fomenting furtive fiction
murmurs of introspection
the nymph sees in its reflection
placid waters despoiled by suction
as the wells of deep induction
run dry from dereliction
when they hear a benediction
at the market of fact and fiction
have you bought some fabled friction
have you dabbled in inclusion
ignited sustainable new fusion
are you selling an infusion
brewed of myth and rapt illusion
are you still seeking absolution
wrapped in riddles of confusion
how have you woven your intention
in mantras wrapped in repetition
where do you hold your attention
when you need an intervention
