SPAM Poetry Prompt #629
http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/friday-spam-poetry-prompt-629
I don’t want no short sausage man
Always selling me something fake
I don’t want no one run faster than I can
Or pay an inch for the mile he take
I don’t want no excuses for days
Always telling me something slick
I don’t want them sideways ways
Got a mouth to feed and a bone to pick
I don’t want no ride in your Cadillac
Always blinding me with something bright
I don’t want your momma ask for her money back
Cause the dirt on your tongue is blacker than night
I don’t want no more self-disguise
Always convincing me I’m too this
I don’t want to pluck out my own two eyes
To blindly miss the portents I miss