all those cars parked out there on his front lawn…trucks…vans…sedans…some bobcat they use for diggin’…they all gotta price marked on ’em…orange numbers on windows…words that say low mileage…sign says…,Let’s Make A Deal…,big balloons blowin’ in the wind…

Daddy said he was the devil…all used car salesmen take on the persona of Satan himself…temptin’ ya with all kinds of lies…trickin’ ya into spendin’ money you don’t have…,Low Financing Available…,we drove right past it…saw Lucifer out there talkin’ to some man ’bout a piss yellow van…marked down to $2300…opened up the hood for him…let him take a look…

and we drove down by another used car lot…gold money signs…,Gotta Job…Getta Car…,Daddy just laughed…said…,there goes the devil again…Beelzebub is all over the place…,put another pinch ‘tween his cheek and gums…spit out the window…

I asked pop if he ever dealt with the devil…he smiled…shook his head…,I’ve been known to sin…,spit out the window again…I asked him who he got his cars from…he just smiled…said…,’ventually we all have to pick the fruit…human nature…but man do we pay a price…yessir…we pay a price…

the pickup rolled over to 180,000 as we drove back to the house…a cool wind was blowin’ up from the rusted out floor…spose it was gettin’ close to seein’ Satan again….