Xerox Cowboy
By a route both twisted and unique
A listing reached my desk last week
From a broker friend I shall not name
Who plays the brokers broker game.
Twas a splendid listing, yes, indeed,
It filled my clients every need.
Tax shelter, long-term lease just fine;
Good company, fair bottom line.
Yes, my buyer said to cash and price,
I didnt have to ask him twice.
When I called my friend to advise him so,
One point, he thought I ought to know.
Seems that Broker A told Broker B
And he in turn told Broker C,
Then Broker C told Broker D
And Broker D, my friend, told me.
I consumed the balance of the day
In tracking back to Broker A
Whom it seems, as one might well expect,
Didnt even have the deal direct.
But, he had a friend who had a friend
Who knew the owner at the end.
And the deal was made with surprising ease.
(The friends, of course, get finders fees).
Ive at last resolved the commission pot.
All hands aboard know who gets what;
I am calmer far than I thought Id be
At the pittance that remains for me.
Im not feeling bad or at least not yet,
On, the fun I had and the folks I met.
And I realize now how the atom splits,
Into all those sub-atomic bits.
Theres a final note to this strange burlesque.
Today a listing reached my desk
From my former friend ah, the shame of it!
Three guesses what became of it.
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