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Ode to eBayJunk in the basement? Dust in the attic? Wife leaving you? Got an old Veg-a-matic? The problems you have are uncommonly simple; easier to solve than popping a pimple. Just log on your computer's internet and go to that place Heaven-sent. eBay. Yes, I said eBay. The first step's the hardest I must impart but soon you'll be tearing your house apart. You'll be selling your records, your comic collection; eventually, you won't use much selection. eBay. Yes, I said eBay. The trash in your kithcen, your broken lawn mower. What do you care if it goes to Samoa? You're on eBay. ebay. It's a great way to play; What did you pay? For that?! No way! Hell, it's eBay! How did we survive before there was eBay? Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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