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Diary Entry 2 MY NOT MY AGENT

Poetry By: Indie Skreet

Nothing like a presumptuous down on their luck 'not your agent' to totally piss you off

Submitted:Jan 21, 2013    Reads: 21    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

My 'not my agent', said to me,

'I know how you can pay my fee,

Quit each little cancer stick,

Bite your nails to the quick,

Manicures are quite a waste

And massages in such poor taste;

Soon you will get your divorce

And proceeds of house of course'

And when I said, 'you do offend,

On these things I do not spend',

He argued with me once again

As shut my mouth; counted to ten;

He said, 'hourly rate of fifty quid,

Is my one and only bid,

Not much to make one's dreams come true',

I asked, 'do you mean for me or you?'


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