Used Car Sales Vultures - Poem by Bob Genevro
in the Dodge Center showroom
they perch on mahogany tables
flick their Marlboro ashes on their 3-piece navy-blue suits
stare with bloodshot eyes
through the picture window
They weave like pin balls
through green gold red white blue cars & trucks
in the hot black asphalt parking lot
of customer carcasses
'This is the best deal
is top of the line'
This is the last one we have
It'll be gone tomorrow.'
peck peck peck
'You're not signin' the papers today?
What's there to think about? '
After the blue ink dries
they clutch their claws around
the pink & white documents
and hobble back
to their mahogany tables
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