The Pitch

By Nathan Green

Constantly knocking, 
This stranger who sought 
To enter my house
Though blinds I kept taut

Patiently waiting,
He whispered my name,
Tapping the door
Like soft, steadfast rain

Tranquilly soothing,
The sound of his voice
Invaded my thoughts
Changing my course

Familiarly trusting,
the look on his face
As I opened the door
And he entered with haste

Convincingly intriguing
He had me to sit
Rehearsing the act
While showing his kit

Passionately reasoning
All of my doubts
Reducing the price
As I kicked him out

Confidently smiling
With contract in hand
Made one last attempt
And now speechless I stand

For at the last moment
Though, resolved as I am
I sold my soul
On a “no down payment” installment plan!

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