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....
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
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....
a twist on the title of the Arthur Miller play, "Death of a Salesman"
