This older guy I know

poetry

Reminds me uncannily of Willy Loman.
Nothing too special.
Short, friendly, smells a little funny.
He’s a door to door
Car insurance salesman.
(I didn’t even know those existed.)
I keep waiting for him to tell me,
“That’s the American Dream kid.”
Or, that his son’s name is Biff.
I wonder if he ever tried to kill himself
By crashing his car.
Although unlike Willy,
He does have a mail order bride.

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