The Salesman Poem by Brian Gerber

Sheep… like lambs to the slaughter
No reason for free thinking
No time for wife and daughter

What's the number what's the sale?
What's the price my soul will pay?
Do not think, just do as told…
For this sale, my salvation sold!

Sweating blood to build the brands
Brick by brick with bleeding hands
Treat me like a sickly beast
My ribs exposed while business feasts

We grind and grind our bones to dust
Our buyers swear, but sell we must
God willing we will die and rot
Our souls in hell but sales we got…