Econometrically Ambulatory Capitalists

It´s not easy writing an award winning, best selling blog. The pressure mounts to produce fresh material post after post. The necessity to deliver witty, insightful, life changing commentary has been satisfied for now, but for how long can one man stand alone as a spring of wisdom? Fortunately, I am aided by the inspired phrases of these southern folk. Not two street blocks can be traversed without some catchy and moderately memorable quote being uttered.
Among these noble-savage-wordsmiths a group stands erect above the rest. These men unburdened themselves of the demands of modern society to cultivate their poetry. They support their art selling everyday objects, which is not but a rhetorical resource for their social critique*. Bearing the elegant moniker of "vendedores ambulantes del bondi", for ambulatory salesmen of the bus, they exist for the delight of all.
Had Hómēros been born into this age and country he would not but have risen to the rank of a mediocre one.

Of these epic bards a few are known far and wide for their powerful poetry and prose. It is a rare delight to see their words in written form so enjoy:

An old man now, his youth saw him a Swedish nobleman and diplomat. After the GATT was, as he put it, deformed into the WTO he took the next ferry from Montevideo to Buenos Aires and is only known as The Autark: "This is a Nike sock which has endured the most strenuous tests of elasticity and durability. ´Made in China´ is nowhere to be found."

Believed to have ran a worldwide corporation until the Tango´s dos por cuatro lured him into the bohemian lifestyle of public transportation haiku singing he is known as The Parker Executive: "If we must write, let´s do it in style, let´s do it with elegance."

A former Argentine president whose identity remains hidden behind a thick beard and a ponytail. His accute observations on political philosophy earned him the title of Leviathan: "I´m not from the government or anything, but I can assure you classes are starting next month."

The Music Man is a strange being whose non-sequitur-ae just make sense: "I can only promise that this girl you like, her panties are going to come off faster than you can say: ´but you´re my sister in law´."

But now we must get to the controversial and ugly part of my post.
For some reason this illustrious activity is monopolized by men. One time only did I see a young woman´s attempt at it. She miserably failed at trying to sell her self published poetry. Her pitch: "Oh, this is not like regular poetry at all. It´s self reflecting." The reason for which she thought anyone would like to read self reflecting poetry about her will remain as unknown as her poetry...

*A more in depth analysis on Argentinians and social critique is forthcoming.