Maury's Used Lot Poem by C H Sund

Had enough, bills too much
time to trade the clunker.
Pulled into Maury’s Used Lot,
on a mission, money in hand.

Espied that model…
the one with classic lines.
A true muscle machine,
elegantly understated

How much for that beauty there?
‘Two million five’, his reply.
‘Pop your memory chip in and
It’s good to go. Ain’t she a beaut.’

How much with the trade?
‘A G note less is all he said.’
Come now you can do better!
There’s a lot more miles here!

Now Maury, a cagey one, smiled
and walked around to survey
as I stood fidgeting for his reply.
He knew he had me, it was time.

‘It’s truly a shame, he said, a shame.
How anyone would let it go to this!
Hell… I’m doing you a favor!
A G note is all you’re getting! ’

Sheepishly smiling, counted the dough.
If only I had taken care of myself.
Oh well, I’m glad its 2510…
Bodies replaced, we live in chips.

God bless Intel for starting it all.