ROADIE, HAVING A HEADACHE
The department store was out of
departments and they sent me instead
to the third level of Hell. Seemed like
everything was there, in abundance.
So I stood in line at the first one I saw,
never knowing where to or what for.
Everyone else was holding tickets for
something other. I told the wise-guy
I was 'here to buy a car.'
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I started making offers. He kept
stepping off the see his 'Manager.'
I said I didn't want to be treated
like this no more.
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