I QUIT (The Life of a Car Salesman)

A long, hard day of stress and grief

with whispered insults - I grit my teeth.

My blood boils as I face the facts

that I'm working for a man who treats me like an ass.

Treats me like I'm worthless, sets me up to fail-

Then becomes my greatest friend when I finally make a sale.

All of these car salesmen, packed like sardines in a can -

Running after customers to buy a car, a truck, or van.

"Take a ride in this one! It's only 70 G's! It has all the special features, it's the nicest one you'll see!"

After 6 long hours of trying to make a deal, I find out that this customer can't even afford a meal. 

Next in comes a lady, she is searching for a truck. She wants it extra special, but she's sadly out of luck. You can't trade in a bicycle and expect to make a buck.

The day is finally closing, my boss tells us to punch out.

So I gladly tighten up my fists and knock the fucker out.

I QUIT.