If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?
My wares, where? I carry them
On my cart and my back. I want
To open my shop. Envious, I am
Of Oram and Jonah, who taunt
Me with their square footage in
The new bazaar in Bahram Arag.
Their success is so marvelous in
Oh, so many ways but me, I gag.
Jealousy is green like bile, much
Like poison, it's hard to swallow,
Take it as you would a pill, crush
It and hold back your envy. Allow
No thoughts, call out, your voice
Ringing the sale of your wares.
You can brag that they're choice.
Peddling's an art as you're aware.
I carry my wares on my cart and
My back. I'm a peddler excellant.
Tamara, really 