Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

David Ogilvy is swashbuckling opposite me,

wreathed in the blue smoke of his success. 

His expression says, “Do not think that advertising 

is not a job for you, that you are too proud to sell.

I burnt my hands in kitchens in Paris, France,

and sir I can tell you these acts of persuasion 

you undertake are nothing compared to making 

a cheese soufflé rise under the gaze of an elite 

brigade you can never join. And once you are done 

examining your navel remember that this is a noble calling,

alerting the world, waking it up, a poster campaign for life.

You are the messenger of a good thing, 

whatever your Frankfurt School says, a thing called progress,

a worthy thing for any man who calls himself a man. 

Now, then. Go. Rise. Work.”