my salesman
friend of fifty years will
sometimes call me buddy.
okay buddy,
have a nice day.
have you lost weight,
just look at you my man,
my main man,
what are you doing
to stay in such great
shape?
I shake my head
and smile.
he can't help himself,
if not selling
a home,
or a car, or something,
or wooing a girl
to come back home with him,
he's not sure
how to act.
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