*****Fact*****
I have no lost love
For Car Salesmen
To me they are lower then
Amphibian shit.**********
Ode To Car Salesmen
I would like to
Escape
Go faraway
Out of sight
Into a dream world
Deep within the ideal
Of neutrality
Like a lost horizon
Such as Shangrila or Zanado
Where there is no
Evil, no taxes
No sales pitch
No tar and feathering
No con men
No lawyers , no quacks
Claiming doctrine
In the artistic field
Of the opened mind’s
Capacity.
No Car Salesmen
To rob his victims
With his silver tongue
Crap
Sounding off seductive words
Blowing smoke up one’s rear end
Quoting prices
Through the side of his mouth
Than attaching $ signs
Hidden in his list of lies
Within the long financial statement
No one reads
Through no fault of their own.
They should be forced to wear
A muzzle to prevent
Their art of infectious
Decaying words
More like a gag
Beneath their feedbag
So no one is able
To visualize his lying lips
Forming words
Of deceive
Nor listen to them utter
Further lies
Preventing the honest
John and Jane
From smelling their Maggot
Infected breath.
By William Bonilla
04/04/07
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Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 7, 2007
Yep, them dogs prey on the young
pups just starting out, and the
old folks who can't see nor hear
anymore, and much less need a car.
Don't pay no mind to Mitiz, she
picks on me too.
Wow! I worked at a car lot for a number of years...a long, long, time ago! I wasn't in sales but repossesions...I repo'd many of those used cars that were sold by the salesman as "Great Cars" yeah right! Enjoyed the write my friend...as Tinka said, you nailed them!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Lower then Amphibian shit,
With Maggot infected breath!
Sounds like my divorce lawyer! But I guess there truly are car salesmen who fit that description, too.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 5, 2007
Pardon sir, no matter, how about this 66 Trans-am, one careful lady owner, by the name of Miss Daisey, the low mileage is the real deal, just sign your name here...........
I am with you brother, I too encountered the snake in the grass embodied in a car salesman of the third kind. Once was enough, but still carry the anger he saddled me with.
Mellifluous SOB eat his own children for brekfast.
And did smell of cheap cologne too.
Go kick someone of those today?
Georg
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pups just starting out, and the
old folks who can't see nor hear
anymore, and much less need a car.
Don't pay no mind to Mitiz, she
picks on me too.
got you didn't they....
did enjoy this
Eileen
You must have really gotten raked over the coals, William...my husband said, "Man, I never had it that bad."
Well, I'll bet they'll think twice or three times now!
Sorry for your pain...but a great rant!
Love&hugs, Rhonda
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Love Tinka
Thanks
Dan
With Maggot infected breath!
Sounds like my divorce lawyer! But I guess there truly are car salesmen who fit that description, too.
They are alMOST as bad as lawyers and telemarketers; an excellent write!!!!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Mellifluous SOB eat his own children for brekfast.
And did smell of cheap cologne too.
Go kick someone of those today?
Georg