Salesman

Ah, often the salesman doth smile too much
usually means what he’s selling doesn’t work
He’s got the knack though the midas touch
he can sell ice to the eskimo, jerk
He has got the patter down, off the cuff
On unsuspecting spenders he does lurk
To praise and extol his dubious stuff
If you purchase, commission, that’s his perk
My heart falls to my toes, he makes it lurch
Flattery can work on my emotions, park
Other day couldn’t get rid, sold a torch
To dodge him be up earlier than lark
Next time I see him I’m running away
Especially when its precious pay day