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A poem from a new member but long time fan
Chuck U Mann
Posts: 25
Sonnet of a Salesman
His usual charm gets him through the door
He offers a deal
Concede his goods for a moments with her
Her only cost was time
A small price to pay to this enchanter of wares
But she was not buy that day
He knew the tempo was gone
by the fade of her interest at what was being presented
He packed the few remaining items into his suitcase
Catching her hand he gave a gentle kiss
Unwilling to look to her pity filled eyes
Humbly he stood, tipped his hat, an smiled
As he turned to the open door
She notices a single tear run down his cheek
She could not have known the years he had spent
Peddling away pieces of his heart
R.L.G.
His usual charm gets him through the door
He offers a deal
Concede his goods for a moments with her
Her only cost was time
A small price to pay to this enchanter of wares
But she was not buy that day
He knew the tempo was gone
by the fade of her interest at what was being presented
He packed the few remaining items into his suitcase
Catching her hand he gave a gentle kiss
Unwilling to look to her pity filled eyes
Humbly he stood, tipped his hat, an smiled
As he turned to the open door
She notices a single tear run down his cheek
She could not have known the years he had spent
Peddling away pieces of his heart
R.L.G.
You know you are in trouble when you start to buy your own bullshit.
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why will you take by force what you may have quietly by love? - Powhatan
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very good job, this line did me in.
it isn't the pitch but the verification.
the philosophy of the argudebate. the poetry of the final goodbye.
where do we place our love on the doormat on the handle on the windowsill through the pane of glass tied to a rock bloodying the carpet with the one thing we have left to give.
an airbrush bomb threat.
we'll see who gets painted and who gets bought, we'll see who comes up smelling like earth and petals.
wrap the ribbon, it's a false gift but at least it's a surprise.
Here's the kiss so sweet and sour. The tears are the tracks left behind.
good day.