Saigon Sunglasses Salesman

Anyone who's been to Vietnam will remember the sheer amount of street sellers plying their 'trade'. With this in mind, here's a quick poem (which could easily develop into a song with the right music) that I wrote earlier today while waiting for a bus:

I am a Saigon sunglasses salesman
Every weekday that's my guise
I stock many fake Gucci, Dior, Oakley and Raybands
To you for very cheap prize

With the beat of the street right behind me
And the heat of the sun up above
I like to hover locust-like around my prey
But still this life brings no money or love

I hunt all the rich tourist dollar
And harrass them all slowly one by one
For me I only need but just one or two sales
And my work here on earth's just about done

For I am a Saigon sunglasses salesman
Every weekday that's my guise
I stock many fake Gucci, Dior, Oakley and Raybands
To you for very cheap prize

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