Salesperson Poems - Poems about Salesperson

...My friend and I are in line, waiting to pay. There is only one woman ahead of us. She should be checked out in seconds. Except she has a salesperson who wants to keep her there forever. Do you ha......

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...*gold fusion syllable-based; 5-3-5 Faint, sparkling crystals Gold rings melt for the sun to steal  Extolling the merits of specific metals. Yet, many......

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...Anxiety went into overdrive regarding... "check engine light" being on I desperately clutched (the Peanuts stuffed animal) Woodstock to help me absorb shock. What invisible agent provocateu......

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...All In Is who I am. Bright colors that make people gawk, I have a funny way I walk, as it appears I shuffle, but it is a dance of sorts. God loves me and I am mobile… I am grateful. I a......

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...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......

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...I will see you Thursday, she says, all settled, without my answer. Not needing it. She sells insurance. She is pushily confident. I cringe, want to bail, but do not want her to stay another hour or......

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...A muse never inspires me, does she really exist? I rely on the inner voice more believable than others, even less confusing and more encouraging; one will get the profoundness of feeling when surroun......

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...Somebody came up with this great, fancy idea, which in time turned into an unstoppable mania; I was called prince...I had some blue blood in me, but not living in a castle and considered true royalty......

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...In the holy Koran God has permitted sex-trade Those who want to deal in sex They should reach an agreement With the sex-workers Or with their salesperson In black and white The sex-traders should no......

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...He wasn't such a bright kid, big ideas filled his head... my advice was always useless, see him now in his madness! He thought he was a genius, flashing hundred dollars bills as fools, and spendin......

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...I walk the Sunday streets once more Long before the peal of church bells Tuned to summon the hypocrites From their cozy residences. It will be awhile till they flock En masse to the numinous hou......

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...Dear Sharon, I see no end To the rant of an educated mind Once the pen is moving. I've seen A students Butcher my writing. I remember the Fall Of 2009, the poetry workshop at Stony Brook Univers......

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