A rhythmic robbery


Jewelry, wallets, any valuable went into that rusted tin
Rain hit a metal roof
A tasteful broach followed the sound of pelting from above
Coughing, chewing, the scraping of  overgrown nails
Orange bubble gum was being popped by an ignoramus

The vacuum salesman was succumbing to the sounds
Planning his next move
Letting the rhythm wash over his oily hair and body

This redneck wanted golden watches and pearl heirlooms
But the salesman would give him a powerful lesson in shady economics
Selling a vacuum meant your family could eat for half a day
And when survival was on the table, an off-kilter man and his rusted tin didn’t stand a chance

Rhythmic

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