like a used car salesman
selling crap that doesn't run
you thought I would be easy
thought you'd have some fun
but I wasn't in the market
for what's hidden behind the smile
listening to your bullshit
I could see you coming for miles
save it for the next time
when some girl comes this way
maybe you'll get lucky
on a different day
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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