Miami Mall is rocking with aliens from star planets galore.
The worst thing is they are not buying anything from a store.
They are hypnotizing the salespeople and getting stuff free.
Items are leaving the mall faster than a grand prix shopping spree.
Someone who was watching what was happening averted his eyes.
He got on his phone and he dialed the Miami Dade policemen guys.
By the time they arrived the aliens had stolen billions of things.
Including several trays full of jewelry – emeralds and gold diamond rings.
The policemen came running in all confident, some in a huff.
They were hypnotized right away, and stopped acting so tough.
I decided to join the aliens and got myself a new blouse and chair.
Feeling pretty confident as I left with my loot, walking out into night air.
Categories:
salespeople, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
There was an old man who disliked the world
Anyway, he pretended it because he was soft.
If a salesman was selling igloos, he would buy.
So, to protect himself, he had to fence himself in.
His wife always said, “he is a sucker for everyone”.’
His heart was so kind, people took advantage of it.
She closed him off from the world after a while.
Because he would go broke giving to others.
An artist, she had a gift with concrete.
She designed them a berm house with a look.
A gruff, mean, nasty old man with a beard face.
He dislikes the world, she motioned to her man.
Salespeople ran off, fleeing for their lives.
Most never knew they missed their easiest sale.
Husband was content too, for they had money now.
Keeping enough so they could retire comfortably.
Categories:
salespeople, men,
Form: Prose Poetry
I need a phone for dial-outs
and dial-backs
but that is all
unless my doctor or dentist dies
then I need a different phone
I do not want to clutter my personal
with my health providers
no one else needs to call
this would eliminate salespeople
and robot calls
Categories:
salespeople, me,
Form: Free verse
You Tube fame,
reality
stars who
infamously
infiltrate our youth
and promote
success
for being
nothing
more than shrewd
salespeople
who market one thing:
themselves, anger me ‘cause
I
was born just too soon.
9-29-19
Categories:
salespeople, youth,
Form: Verse
Persuasive Robotic sales calls
The newest not-so-improved phone solicitor
Easier to hang up now.
Less desperation.
You do not go to church with it.
You will not meet it at a PTA meeting.
You are probably not related.
Just a banal sounding recorded voice.
Progress?
I think not.
So much easier to say no.
Categories:
salespeople, america,
Form: Free verse
Well done, she said.
Smiling her biggest smile.
I have never seen anyone else wear it like that!
There are other ways to wear a skirt?
On a head? Or a shoulder perhaps?
You should buy it! She sang out gleefully.
It looks great! Another stranger told me.
Turn around! The other one said.
I pirouetted, in front of the three-way.
A stranger had asked me to, after all.
It looks great!
It looks darling!
No one has ever worn it that way before.
I look at the skirt….
On my waist.
Wondering what that means.
They do not let me leave without it.
Telling me I have never looked better.
Nothing like shopping at a store
Where the salespeople are on commission.
I will have my mother bring it back in the morning.
A skirt I loathe, but I am such a people-pleaser.
They hip-hip-hooray me as they take my credit card.
Categories:
salespeople, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
You will see this phenomenon from day to day.
Salesmen are selling in a pertinacious way.
When you come in, they jump out of their seat.
As a customer, it is you they want to greet.
They try like hell to put you behind the wheel.
Each vehicle in the showroom is priced as a “steal”.
Do you feel high pressure? There is no doubt.
If you first walked in, they want you to drive out.
They are under much pressure themselves by their bosses.
If no sales, then there will be job losses.
They have to move all the metal off the lot,
and sell for the most money everything they’ve got.
Categories:
salespeople, people
Form: Rhyme
Selling lotions and potions, with no real notions
While traveling with this carousels carnival caravan
A million bottles of black....
With no answers, no cures, no promises, no hope!
Like dangling this rope, of self hypnotization?
Unable to see anything beyond their own day
And then, their own grave....
These salespeople, selling nothing at all?
Except perhaps, confusions glitter of glimmering dust
Sitting up their display tables of somewhat confined
Adorned with alluring and pretty pictures, of the well refined
Growing old and getting gray....
Living with no moment, beyond this day?
Selling lotions and potions, with no real notions
While traveling with this carousels carnival carivan
A million bottles of black....
Trying their hardest, to steal away the assurances and the dreams
Of millenniums of lives and souls, whom have believed
In something, beyond this valley of certain death
A shadow, which has always lurked in their mist
Selling....
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Black Bottles!
Categories:
salespeople, confusion, life, people
Form: I do not know?