Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Self Conscious

I had something to sell, so I

Set a meeting date on a whim.

Whereupon, he agreed to buy.

Something surprising about him,

So very self conscious he was

About his receding hairline.

I could identify, becuz

Same self consciousness once was mine.

So to further my sales price goal,

I gave to him my best advice.

And to the devil, sold my soul,

And got for it, my asking price.

We spoke as we went down that way.

Yes, going to be hell toupee.