Frustrate

You pound the phones

Then you pound your desk

You pound some beers

Then you palm some breasts

Devour the weekend,

Devour the weak

When your voice is your gun

You rob when you speak.

You have the rest of your life

To keep it real.

But you’ll get a fat bonus

To close this next deal

Keep your face straight ahead

Keep your nose to the grind

And if your nose gets tired

Then stuff your nose with a line

It’s your first real job

Ain’t it great?

When you wake up tomorrow

You’ll be seventy eight