Mr. Businessman

Itemise the things you

Covet as you squander

Through your life.

Bigger cars, bigger

Houses, term insurance

For your wife.

Tuesday evenings with your harlot,

And on wednesdays it's

Your sharlatan analyst,

He's high upon your list.

You got air conditioned

Surmises and dark, disturbing doubts

About religion.

And you keep those cards

And letters going out.

And while your

Secretary's tempting you

Your morals are exepting

You from guilt and shame,

Heaven knows

You're not to blame!

You better take care of

Business, mr. businessman,

What's your plan?

Get down to business,

Mr. businessman, if you can

Before it's too late,

And they throw your life away.

Did you see your children

Growing up today,

And did you hear the

Music of their laughter

As they set about to play?

And did you smell the

Fragrance of those roses

In your garden?

Did the morning sunlight

Warm your soul and

Brighten up your day?

Do you qualify to be

Alive or is the limit

Of your senses

So as only to survive?

Spending counterfeit

Incentive, wasting

Precious time and health.

Placing values on the

Worthless, disregarding

Priceless wealth.

Well, you can wheel and

Deal the best of them

And steal it from the rest of them.

You know the score,

Their ethics are a bore.

86 proof anesthetic crotches

Brought you to the top

Where the smiles are all synthetic

And the ulcers never stop

When they take that final inventory

Yours will be the same

Sad story everywhere

Noone will really care. noone more lonely than

This rich important man.

Let's have your autograph

Endorse your epitaph!

You better take care...

If you can!