Sell Soul

I stood in the market with my wares
(I was aware I was selling my soul)
"Hello, how are you,
all prices are negotiable,
let me know if you have any questions!"
(I was aware I was selling my soul)
My paintings were images into my psyche, my soul
on display for all to see, to judge,
to decide whether or not I was worth the value I set,
whether or not these snapshots of my self
were worth one hundred dollars here,
fifty dollars there,
or seven hundred and fifty dollars for a triptych,
three parts of myself on display
(I was aware I was selling my soul)
Prostitution is not a metaphor,
it is real labor
but the value depends on the marketplace
no matter the quality of your labor;
but art is a metaphor
for a kind of display, communication, or emotion
"Love me"
"Buy me"
"Value me"
(I was aware I was selling my soul)
but the value depends on the marketplace
no matter the quality of your soul
no matter the quality of your art
commodification makes no sense
but may make cents;
there is no fortune in selling your soul