Three Businessmen Meet

They returned with their button up shirts
The same basic design – a repeated vertical line
Another behind his glasses
And two behind their words
They sat at a table
And spoke more shit than turds

Macho charisma drifted and suffocated the peasant
They spoke of the past and the future
They forgot about the present
Sophistication was painted up in fake pigmentation
They know they are the back bone
of a complete idiot nation

It’s all business and one was left out
Through his fake smile
you could hear his soul shout
A material nature; no love, no life
A glazed look dictated boredom
Reality dictated SELLING OUT; conformity

Nothing personal
Just business – you understand.


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