The Beast is in the Driveway

The beast is in the driveway, shiny and wide,
No more salesmen hitching a ride!
No more “final offers” or “limited deals,”
Or spinning my brain like four massive wheels.

The math books are closed, the hair-pulling ends,
I’ve blocked all the “pals” and my dealership “friends.”
No dodging the lies or the tactical traps,
Just me and my SuperDuty—filling the gaps.

The check has been cashed, the sleeplessness fled,
No visions of stickers dance in my head.
The texts have all stopped, the static is gone,
Just the roar of the engine at the break of the dawn!