workload

Putting dreams in driveways, that's what they say.
A flow of steady customers wanting their way.

The motor trade is busy, stressful and bleak,
Sales teams who won't let regulated folk out to speak.

Finance proposals, paperwork and shake.
It kills me how the industry feels so fake.

With nothing more important than getting a deal.
It makes you wonder if people really feel.

Or rather if the sales team even care,
The depths of the modern financial despair.

The desire industry flowing,
Workloads growing.

Making mountains out of moles.
Like a pile of our stock cars on a totem pole.