Powerful poem. The world/patriarchy/the ego all wants us to feel not good enough, but maybe he/she/that will do it. And capitalism is so perfect for stirring up our little fears to make money out of it. I love the word spruiker. What a perfect name for such a hawker. To get all spruced up. Are common products in Australia more expensive for women than for men as in the U.S., such as with shampoo and such?