What The Vender Keeps


Come and get them,
All purpose, all colors, all lies
Available from A.M to P.M
My lovely enterprise


You like that don't you, ma'am
Available in leadership and-
Don't look you under there, gram
All you need's out here, all in high demand.


No, sir, rest assured 
That's not really what you saw
They come only in matured
Not sillent, not perturbed.


Rather rather smart looking
They also add finess.
Unless they start thiking
But rarely, I digress.


Listen to those erudites!
They conform, don't question.
What do you mean, little tykes? 
"That they don't like attention"


I sell them all, buy one, buy two
No! Not the thoughtful ones, they're tainted.
Wasted to those without a clue.


No sir, no offense, they're just simply not for you.



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