Moment Time
The client came over again
2nd time in a year to see the reps
Plus support who dialled the account

It was he who asked his boss the Fake God
Why not ask the client dial his account?
So we can see how good he is?
The tip of the spear the best in action

Get the other bosses there too
See who the best seller is
It would be exceptional and rare

Try to absorb some of their skills
For we sell their product in their account
It has to be special like we all are
Let’s do it and become more than legends

He wanted to equal then surpass
The Fake God in skills and success
Brian actually respected and liked the guy

And it was somewhat reciprocated
The Fake God knew he was older
And ill with gout and arthritis and more
That he wouldn’t quiet till stone cold dead

The Fake God wanted 2 more closers
Get Red and the Arab to do it
Brian wants more experience for the job

Then he’ll be closer, TL then OM
And be called the False God 2
Hunting more skills success but not cash
Brian knew these were different times

Even if he wouldn’t live forever
This was his time and moment
He was humbly enjoying it

Her hand rested slight
Upon the book she'd found
Her bag across her shoulder
She was waiting for the sound
Of the door alarm at the B & N

I mean after all it was
Fifty nine volumes
On how to build a bomb
Found none to soon  
On a shelf at the B & N

Abandoned by her lover
After too many fights
That was five years ago
A lot of lonely nights
Casing the B & N

Screaming out loud
At rush hour on the train
Was not an option
Nor was *******
Snorted at the B & N


Finally people milling round
She quietly lifted the solution
To her ravaged heart
All fifty nine on revolution
S
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           p
              p
                 e
                    d
Into her bag at the B & N



Head down and weighted down
She walked to the exit
Waiting for someone
No one to prevent it
Except security at the B & N

At last the perfect patsy
Alarm rang, the man froze
And our spurned lover
To the opportunity arose
Ran out of the B & N

Ran to the parking lot
Her VW bug
Opened the door
Threw in what she'd lugged
59 looted at the B & N

Key from the drink holder
In her shaking hand
er  rhrh  rhrh vah-room
Such a brazen plan
Perpetrated at the B & N

Her eyes glowed wicked
With rage and revenge
Someone would pay
All would attend
This crime hatched at the B & N

The deed was done
She clung to the wheel
The accelerator floored           
The tires squealed
Away, away from the B & N