Salesman

September 27, 2011
That cocaine salesman was walking down the road
His briefcase full of a finely chopped rock
Ready to sell it at a gangsters humble abode
He stood waiting ready to sell his stock

The tall thug walked out of his shady home
With a wad of cash in his scarred throbbing hand
Here, he said, take the money and go
Then the cocaine salesman walked off, back to cocaine land

It was a wild weary walk through the trashy hood
The cocaine salesman walked his normal route
But when he was tapping down the street a crazed man stood
With a gun in his hand ready to shoot.





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