POEM: Taking Auction

I've been no'in to say, “If you are going to sell your , make sure you get a good price.” There are people of auction. There are people of action. Be the latter, taking us to a higher place.

Taking Auction

Due I here
Just a little
Bit more
From the gentile man in the rear
And might I add
Reckon
That this is
A won offering
If your going too
Get
A good prize
For your still small voice
Shout® it out
If you will
Fined your self
Pooped out of
Going thrice
Souled
To the man in the red suit
With the eternal contract
Writ large
With know fine prints
Of darkness

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