GR translation: Is it worse being sold

[Mike Jing]

V541.23-32, P550.28-37
Say a prayer for the common informer,
He came out of a quim, just like yoooou—
Yes be kind what you chortle,
For narks are as mortal
As any, Kilkenny to Kew . . .
And the next time you sigh in your comfort,
Ask yourself how he’s doing, today—
Is it worse being sold,
For those handfuls of gold,
Than to sigh all your real-life, away?

Here, is the informer being sold by others, or is he talking about selling
himself?