The Salesman's Pitch - Poem by Austin Wheeler
It can come from anywhere; Taiwan to Tijuana.
Not your typical flora or fauna.
More popular than blow and marijuana.
But if you're not interested,
I don't care walk away if you wanna.
It seems at first a strange trade and game.
I should know I used to feel the same.
But give into exotic sin, and your heart will be tame.
Yet if it is not within the range of your taste,
I will return to the place from which I came.
However, I now see in the twinkling of your left eye,
Without hearing a price it seems a solid buy.
To a customer of your caliber I would not lie.
We all need good friends, my friend,
And trust me, my goods are not shy.
Why so pale? Why do your lips twitch?
You begin to flee and I havent even proposed my pitch.
I vow that this shall be your new niche.
To make it sound, I'll cut you a deal,
For the price of one, I'll throw in an extra bitch!
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