Dealers

"Hey man, need some poetry, want to have some galant time?"
-"Sure, man, whatcha got?" 
"Got some Shakespear, some Poe..."
-"Got anything new? I'm willing to try something else, but none of that 'free verse' crap that people around here are using, it fucks me up."
"Well, I have some Sulicius. It's not refined well, but there are few drawbacks and it's not that addictive."
-"It ain't free verse, right?"
"No man, got this fresh from the poet, it's pretty good."
-"Well, you know your shit. Better make it worthwile. How much for, uhm, three of 8 lines?"
"This stuff ain't cheap, it'll cost ya about three kisses and a longing look."
-"Holy fuck, where am I supposed to get that kind of repayment."
"Look kid, poetry doesn't grow on trees, you know where it comes from. Those poets try to make a living on this, ya know, only this way they can keep up making the good shit."
-"Fuck man, this better be good. I don't want no awkward shit in the morning, allright?"
"Well, there's always a chance."
-"Well fuck, if this doesn't rhyme like shit I will find you motherfucker, and if it's any good you'll have an extra kiss the next time I'll buy from you."
"Here you go, now make 'em count, man."