What Is It?

-What Is It?-
by
Keaton Foster

Writer’s Cramp Entry 2/20/2013



Gather around
Upper echelon
Superior to the inferior
You are here because
You have the cash
To back up my invention
Or as I have come to call it
My diabolical misdirection
See it here
An apparatus unclear
It is shiny, not dull
It is important, not useless
Trust me when I say
That everyone will want it
And that everyone will need it
They will scream, give it to me
Any unreasonable amount is yours
Through the teeth they will indeed pay
But what they are buying
Will certainly never last because it has
Built in redundancy upon redundancy
They will be back time and again
Forever and ever my friends
It will change the world
If not theirs then certainly yours
You can get in on the ground floor
A sizable investment is all that is required
The largest sum possible and then some
Sign right here on the dotted line
Here use my pen
Because it writes in blood
Yours, not mine of course
And before you ask
Before you inquire
What is it?
I will only offer you this reply
Does the answer really matter
Even in the slightest…






What Is it? Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013
Poem 38 lines 190 words
Writer’s Cramp prompt: 2/20/2013
You have a great idea for an invention that is going to change the world. Write a story or poem that pitches the idea to potential investors.