(This is a fictional poem)
I asked a motorcycle dealer if I could have one of his Suzuki motorcycles for free.
I cried because he beat the hell out of me.
The next day I asked the dealer if I could have the Suzuki RM 250 for one dollar.
As he beat me violently, he hollered.
Two days later I offered him five bucks and he blew off my wiener with a 44.
I'm not much of a man anymore.
Randy Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suzuki-rm-250/
