Bmw Salesman
Shiny suited man growling on cell phones
Selling BMWs to tidy his life
Salesman pleads in begging tones...
“Full Coverage” the shiny man moans
“On Sale” says the customer’s wife
To reveal gray and black BMW clones
The salesman barks with hasty tones
“Our insurance will save your life”
Policemen pardon when it is known
But the cost is in the Twilight Zone
digging into your pocket like a knife
Is the status worth your shaking bones
Salesman clamors til it is known
“Power brakes” to save your life.
The Silver suited man already owns
Your soul and all its weary moans
Reeling from a large cash price
BMW and sophisticated clones
Weeping ulcers will soon be known
6/15/2015
Copyright © Julie Heckman | Year Posted 2012
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