This item is not for sale
It's only slightly faulty
But that's not why
It used to be for sale
Faults and all
But we've called it back
It's no longer suitable for sale
Perhaps it never was
But we'll never know
Maybe it'll be for sale again
But it will take years of redesign
And by then it will be unneeded
If it ever goes back on sale
It will be past it's time
Practically unsellable
No one gives a shit for this item
Stock recall was its only buyer
Might as well scrap the idea
This item is not for sale
Not that anyone was buying
But we've taken it off the shelves
This item will never be for sale
But we keep it in the stock room
Because we can't bear to part with it
We can't find the suppliers
We can't seem to get in touch
So we don't know why they sold faults
This item is not for sale
This is our stock recall
We apologise for any inconvenience caused
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
