Death of a Saleslady

A take off on the Arthur Miller play "Death of a Salesman"

Death of a Saleslady

she was a seller of thoughts

the taker of time

she would crawl inside your mind

and lead you to the edge

she was the creator of dreams

the Odessa of voyages

her touch drew you closer

standing on the ledge

her kiss was a serpents bite

poison on your lips

it was only the beginning

now you were trapped

she could lead you anywhere

her wish your command

you would beg for just one more

until you were firmly slapped

you finally realize you awaken

the mind begins to clear

you begin to see the evil of her ways

her purposes rather shady

the spell has finally been broken

the end of wildest dreams

she has been cast out of your world

the death of a saleslady

Gomer LePoet....