Lines Written On A Paper Napkin Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

If you think
I'm just goin’ to go away,
then you've got me all wrong.
And if you bet
I'll take offense
or get discouraged,
say 'I'm done. I quit! '
then you don't know me yet.
'Cause I'm a salesman.
Selling's in my core.
And in the end,
No matter what you sell
‘You have to sell yourself.'
Yes, I'm a bore.
This is the only thing
that I do well.
But I'm not like
the others of my tribe
'cause I'm not one
to pressure or misguide,
intimidate, or bargain,
beat down, bribe.
But shark or saint,
a salesman has no pride.
I'm still here.
Even if you grow irate.
'cause as a salesman
I know how to wait.