Honest Mechanic (a poem)

Who does he think he is?

Showing me old car parts?

Save the hard sell for the senile old lady

you grease-stained Bernie Madoff.

I see through your schemes,

you two-timing smooth criminal.

Cut the small talk and give it to me straight,

you clever crook.

I drive into the sea of traffic

and he counts his dough and chalks up

another snatch and grab.

(Photo by Tekton on Unsplash)


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