Cowardly this loathsome fellow
In old west they’d call him yellow
I guess that was his biggest flaw
Jealous greater than Othello
He wanted more, the more he saw
Hauling around his gaping jaw
What’s to come of this man of greed
Lied until his scruples were raw
He stole from innocents in need
It would run green if he did bleed
So a deal with the devil struck
To warnings he refused to heed
After years of passing the buck
It seems this man ran out of luck
His broker dragged him down to hell
One more trade up a sleeve to pluck
Scamming incoming clientele
He found a job he could do well
Now he is Satan’s man in charge
Of telemarket personnel
I used to telemarket
Met a lot of would be actors and actresses there
The work was onerous
not as onerous as some jobs
Now I work at ESL and write verse
and articles
I plan to see the Brooklyn Cyclones play soon
As for tea
I take mine green
I take mine
I take
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