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The Seller

Poetry By: Juli Monat

The seller sold his merchandise.

Submitted:Feb 23, 2013    Reads: 17    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

The Seller

For sale:

My two eyes, clod as dry-ice,

One nose,

To smell dead corpse

My mouth has bad breath...Buy some Listerine!

A pair of ears,

Big as a volkswagen, doors rear,

Complete set,

Arms and hands, legs and feet,

Won't make you a

Good athlete,

But sure a fast thief

Also for sale,

My back and stomach

Warning; when dairreha gets you,

"Hit the road Jack"

I have my brain, working well,

The next, Big Nobel?

My lungs, my liver, my penis,

Make your own river

My butt, will cut your gas cost


A fair price for my soul,

I'm a good damn...Asshole!

By: Juli Monat

Copyright (c) 2013


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