(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />I asked a motorcycle dealer if I could have one of his Suzuki motorcycles for free. <br />I cried because he beat the hell out of me. <br />The next day I asked the dealer if I could have the Suzuki RM 250 for one dollar. <br />As he beat me violently, he hollered. <br />Two days later I offered him five bucks and he blew off my wiener with a 44. <br />I'm not much of a man anymore.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suzuki-rm-250/
