I’m one of those folks,
Got a heart full of gold
and a head full of air.
The aforementioned organ,
Not on my sleeve worn,
But in my hands, outstretched,
As I chant “Here! Here!”
“Here is what I have to offer.
Look, what you see on the out is
exactly what I’ve got on the inside!”
“No double faces, no tricks, no lies,
And, for what its worth, it’s mine.
One-hundred percent unique, genuine,
downright one of a kind.”
“Sure, it’s used, a bit bruised,
but it still works just fine, and,
when you give it a little smile, boy,
you just outta see
“And you wanna talk about happy?
Laugh and, at the drop of a dime-
You ever seen a heart dance, kid?
Well, ladies and gents, just you wait
till you get a load of mine.”
Sure, the peddler seems open, but can you really ever trust someone who’s really selling themselves like that? I don’t know. I wouldn’t trust this guy if I were you 😉