Suzuki RM 250

I asked a motorcycle dealer if I could have one of his Suzuki motorcycles for free.

I cried because he beat the hell out of me.

The next day I asked the dealer if I could have the Suzuki RM 250 for one dollar.

As he beat me violently, he hollered.

Two days later I offered him five bucks and he blew off my wiener with a 44.

I'm not much of a man anymore.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

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