Land Sharks

I work at a used car dealership, and this is a poem about my feelings towards the place where I make ends meet.

 Land sharks creep where the hate breed sleeps

Profile: Prostitute, destitute, downtrodden

Profile: Immigrant, irrelevant, menace

Sickle cell suckle out of brand named muzzle

Same game, different arena

Got the pieces to the puzzle

Fool’s drool over gold and hold drugs covered in mold

White ghosts host the most robust toast:

“Cheers to the fast life,”

The reason that slime dog billionaires don’t act right

These are the facts of life

Kill or be killed, spill the blood of your enemy,

Even if they’re only bleeding pretty pennies

My tolerance is intolerable

Time to spill all the marbles

The used car czars are out for your wallet and your…yarbles?

Yarbles: A man’s marbles, and the keeper of his seeds

Wanted by the land sharks because their blackened hearts are filled with greed

“I hold your own health over your head, even if you wind up dead!”

Said the man with crimson hands, no conscience

No honest, no wicked wattage

Leave the b***h dead in a ditch and eat her candy cottage

I dwell in land shark heaven, also know as human hell rotted.

Author's Note

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