all of my life I've been
a flea market/swap
meet fucking SOB and
it's been like being in a
brotherhood not too
many secrets are disclosed
just like with the carnies
but it's all a dying art now
upping the price depending
on the customer's mood and
you're riffing because all of
the shit came out of a goodwill
box or someone's sidewalk
trash can just like when I was
9-years-old selling with my
grandpa in this big open field
with all the others teaching me
you can't regift the grifter