1-800-Got Junk
What's the big deal with garage sales
Buying another man's junk
Just because the price is dirt cheap
People wind up in a funk
They blindly go from house to house
Looking for that special treasure
A wobbly beat up old coffee table
A saddle of genuine leather
Once bought an antique gramophone
Sits downstairs gathering dust
When I first laid eyes on this treasure
To own it was an absolute must
Now what's the sense of buying stuff
That you'll never use for sure
You won't see it again in your lifetime
The logic's a bit obscure
1-800 Got Junk?
You've seen the signs everywhere
Don't get caught up in this buying frenzy
You'll just leave it all to your heirs!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012
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