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For those who gamble well at car boot sales |
Barter Coming to the table With a less than perfect hand Somehow seems less stable Despite how well you planned In laying out your stall right The finest wares on show Goods shiny, laid out, all bright Little would they know That a scratch beneath the surface Beneath the gilded leaves With silver plate in surplus, and golden heart in sleeve Its mettle tested tender Conducted with such care Received, conveyed to sender With wins for those who dare To put their metal out there Get tested with the rest To make a trade so unfair With wares flawed at their best For all our imperfections We hope they find a home In tune with predilections In harmony we're shown A future with our flaws fixed A present we can dream A past with doubts laid out, tricked Tense, unspent, it seems We always try to sell wares Ignorant to those The customers who barter theirs Every time they chose Every time they choose your stall Their currency is flawed Still they give their best, their all Some goods can't be ignored Still, be cautious as you go Be kind with others wares Always put your best on show … just know that they've got theirs |