Death of a Telephone Salesman
He died young
after making multiple phone calls
Sometimes he had to beg
the professionals he called
However, his totals were high enough
so thsy didn't fire him
I, too made plenty of phone calls
Banging my brains out
for sales
A couple of us bot in touch
with the union
The union people laughed
when we said
We were working for
a business publisher
and wanted to unionize
He's dead now
His life was marijuana smoke
and telephone calls
There was one guy there
who wrote newspaper articles
Should have written
about the death of a telephone salesman
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2012
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