Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 431 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Sales Budgets - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

One down. Eleven to go.
What's the count?
What's there to show?
Talk on the ground,
Hard numbers.
No foolin around,
Money always matters.
Good bad and ugly
Are fools parodies
To do your budget
To do her right
To do her every time
Is a sales mans orgy
Don't waste my time
Did you hit the pot?
Did you get her!
What's the score?
36 26 36 Sir.
You are fired.
And you are screwed.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, February 1, 2013


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