Crossbows need TLC too, ya know
I’ve been here a year now, hanging out in this living room, never used and only abused. Abused with plants, coats, umbrellas and such, hanging from me, but never once touched the right way. Nope, never cared for, never noticed, he ignored me, even cheated on me, even used another instead of me.
Now he too has gone, leaving me alone, forlorn, and destined for the Dumpster if not saved soon. Would you be for me? Would you want to touch me, work me, drip sweat on me? I’d like that, yes I would. I’m told that for $100 you could do this and more to me. Do anything you want with me. Hey, I’d like that more than you know.
Now all I’m touched by is dust, all I feel is alone, all I know is obsolescence. Save me, free me, buy me. I want to be yours.
I promise I’ll not mock you like I did Francis. I’ll not tease you like I did he. I’ll be here for you, waiting for you, needing you. I’ll make you strong, I’ll make you sexy, and by next spring, I’ll even make you a man. All you need is to buy and abuse me like you know you want to. I’ll even squeak out your name too.
All that for one Ben Franklin. And what is he to you anyway? You’ve already traded him for too many beers. That’s what’s making you look at me now anyway. And think of this, if you get me now, before the New Year’s resolution rush, you’ll be getting one hell of a deal. That and a rocking hot body by that deep winter beach trip you’re usually too shy to take.
Yeah, you know you want me. I’m here for you. Right here, waiting. Now drop my man a line & free me into your life.