Filipino Dealer - Poem by Sam Fitts
Once, a man dressed in tweed
Asked if I wanted to buy some weed.
I took the bag from this Filipino,
Took a whiff and cried, “This is Oregano! ”
He replied, “I guarantee it is real.”
“Even if it were, there would be no deal, ”
I replied as I turned to walk off.
I look back on this day and start to scoff,
Thinking of all the business my remark had cost
And hoping a large sum of money had been lost.
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